Several months ago, my husband and firstborn were almost hit by a car.
They were walking to our vehicle after a baseball game, and the woman who was backing up didn’t see them. My husband picked up our son, moving him out of the car’s path, and braced himself for impact.
Thankfully, the woman saw them at the last second. She jumped out of her car, hysterical and apologizing. My husband remained calm, telling her they were okay.
They drove away from that night safe, but my son was never the same.
“Dadda, that car was going to hit you,” he said.
“Yes. It was. And whose job is it to protect you?”
“Yours,” he said, reflecting on what happened.
He’d heard it over and over. But that evening in early spring, he saw it. The words became real to him. And he knew his dad wasn’t tossing out some clichéd phrase or trying to soothe his fears with empty promises.
He meant it. He took ownership of those words in a moment where his life was at stake.
When we see love in action, it changes us. It propels us. We see glimpses of a Creator who displayed the ultimate act of love in his death.
But often, we get distracted. I’ll be the first to admit I’m guilty. We live in a world where we are bombarded with countless alerts, news feeds and opinions. When someone expresses her deepest grief, we can respond without even typing words. A simple click-hold and we can choose from a range of five emotions.
What more do we need right? Today I’m sharing what God showed me over at Purposeful Faith. Click here to join me…