The world's a different place when you're 2' 4". I was in a crowded room when I felt the familiar tug of little fingers grabbing at my pants legs. I looked down at a crop of dark brown hair perched on top of an extremely cute and rather chubby little head. Now in our house we do cute...we even do chubby. But never have we done "dark" anything. Sub-10-year-old Harris' are kinda blond...ish. So I knew this beaming little boy looking around through a forest of big legs did not belong to me. I picked him up anyway. He had not yet realized that the person holding him was not who he was hoping for...until he heard my voice and turned almost bumping my nose with his. The look on his face kinda hurt my feelings as he began to cry and scream "Daaaaddaaay!"...that's OK...I have someone that's probably looking for me in this leg jungle too.
But it does give me a neat picture. In my life I have to be careful because sometimes what I grab ahold of does not lead me to my Father. There are a lot of things clamoring for my attention...money...accolades...stuff. But once I'm wrapped in its arms, I realize it just is not what I really long for, and I want out...I want to yell "Daddy" too. And to be honest, I really don't give a rip about hurting greed and fame's feelings. I just want what I want...and what I really want is to be in the arms of my Father.
I think we all want that. The lies are numerous telling us that all those other things will satisfy. They never do. It is because as believers, we belong to One Father. He alone will fill that longing. He alone will smile at us like only a Father can...and bring immediate comfort, immeasurable peace and everlasting joy. I'm holding out for that...in the meantime, I'll keep looking up...just to be sure I'm not grabbing the wrong legs.
