The Father’s Love

This morning on my way to a meeting, I noticed all the yellow-orange school buses.

I caught a glimpse of a young boy, probably early to mid-teens standing in his driveway. Backpack snug on his shoulders, waiting.

Not an unusual sight, except for the man camouflaged into the scenery.

The carefree son stood dangerously close to a busy highway. Unaware his father watched over him.

Hidden. Unconditional. Love.

When we abide in the presence of our Father, there is safety. Even if we are completely unaware of His presence…

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.

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