God's Hands

Touchpoints


The Bus Stop

by: Dana Huffman

I was driving home from Owensboro last week when I found myself in a line of cars behind a stopped school bus. As the bus began moving again I saw the girl who had been dropped off. She was in the arms of a man who must have been her father. He was carrying her home. She was completely draped over him, arms around his neck, eyes shut-- looking utterly exhausted and completely passed out, yet at peace. Strapped on her back was a huge pack. The scene was purely humble and beautiful. The bigger and the stronger had come to meet and serve the small and weak. I wished I had my camera, but I really didn't need it. It's a scene I won't easily forget, a photo mounted in the album of my heart, a picture that calms me and compels me to remember that even though I'm grown up, I'm still a child, with a Father like that.

The Lord your God carried you, as a father carries his son... Deuteronomy 1:31 NIV




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