Touching God


Today my son and I took a walk. The arboretum near my house is gorgeous, even in early spring. We worked our way along side the little stream that cuts through the prairie grass with him usually lagging a step behind me.  At one point I felt his fingertips against the small of my back. They lingered until finally I asked (not being able to see him) “what are you doing?”

“Walking with my eyes shut. I know that if I am touching you I can’t go off course.” 

So it is with God. At times, the season is blinding. We neither know the path, nor can see ahead to anticipate it. But if we reach out and touch Him we will never lose our way.



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