He Breaks My Fall
Right now as I write this he is on the top bunk and I’m on the bottom. I’m just lying here as it settles him to fall asleep quicker. But, little does he know that it’s his presence and his prayers that settle me. But, how can you fully explain that to a 7 year old.
If he only knew how many times his daddy has been near a total nervous breakdown. If he only knew how miserable his daddy is from sun up to sun down. If he only knew his daddy was just one step away from giving up.
But, then he steps in and gives me one more hug. Then he tells me he just can’t wait until our next daddy day. Then, as we near the end of another long day he says, “daddy we’ve got to pray before we go to bed.”
He always prefers that I go first so I do. Then, he bows his head and the miracles come to life. He says, “Dear God, please help my daddy’s back to feel better so we can have more fun together and have lots of daddy days.” In that very moment I feel hope in the air. In that moment the spirit of God within me is once again resurrected.
And while my faith is fading I can tell that his faith is strong. He knows God will take care of us all. And that should we fall God will be right there to pick us up. Thank you God for a little boy that much like your only son breaks my fall every time I feel I’m about to break.
“Though he may stumble, he will not fall, for the LORD upholds him with his hand.”