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Rated: E · Poetry · Family · #2188334
Pa's prayer...
I pray that on that not-so-distant day when you take your first wobbly steps across that wooden floor at home, your tiny bare feet slapping the floor to some undiscovered, inner cadence...your arms pulled up high against your chest and your face a mixture of determination and unbridled excitement...that your mom will be there steadfastly encouraging you, giving you the freedom and room to grow, and waiting to catch you in loving arm should you start to fall. And that throughout your childhood...that will define the nature of your relationship with her...

That the thrill of catching your first fish will be with your dad, alone on a riverbank somewhere under the shade of an oak tree on a hot summer day...and yall will be fishing with worms...

That they both will teach you to read good books, to roughen your hands by working with wood...and soil them by planting good things in God's rich earth...computers can wait...

I pray that when you sneak up for the first time behind a butterfly and catch it...that you will let it go and watch it until it flies completely out of sight. And that the first faint stirring of what freedom means awakens in your soul...

That your childhood will be a time of discovery, wonder, security, and love. And that the worst pain you know will be from skinning your knees from climbing trees...

That your first taste of home-made strawberry ice cream will be transcendental...and your first taste of broccoli a gentle introduction to reality...

And that when you get the chicken pox...your mom will cook a large pot of potato soup and spread a pallet out on the floor and let you watch cartoons all morning long. And in the gentle haze of mid-afternoon...you fall asleep to the comforting, steady creak of a rocking chair as she holds you close and softly hums 'Amazing Grace.'

I pray that when you hit your first home run, I'll be there in the stands...wildly cheering you on like a mad man. And when you round third base, you smile as you point up at me and your folks and coolly tip your cap...

That the true friends you make in your youth will have the same solid values your folks taught you...but very different personalities so that you will all have something to learn from each other. And that 50 years from now, they will be the same kindred spirits you can effortlessly resume an ancient conversation with at mid-sentence...

That you will choose your life's work wisely so it will bring you fulfillment...and allow you to be obligated to no one but God. That it will give you the soul-deep satisfaction of making a real difference in the lives of others...

I pray that one day you will meet a special woman who has the looks and creativity of your mom...and the character of your dad. That she will have a servant's heart for stray, frightened animals, unloved children, and lonely, elderly folk...and a strong heart for God...

That you will raise your children just as you have been raised....with a boundless curiosity and an endless sense of wonder at God's glorious, unfathomable creation. And the abiding conviction that, after Him, nothing is more important than family and dear friends...

And I pray that on some distant day... a hundred or so years from now, at the end of a good life, when the angels come to wing you away to your new home...that I'll be waiting there for you. You'll joyfully reach out to me just like you did when you were a child...and hand-in-hand we'll walk together through heaven's gate...


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