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    By Jean S. Horner
    The other day while walking down a corridor in a public building, I saw what appeared to be someone walking toward me. On coming closer, I found it was my own reflection in a huge mirror. For a moment it frightened me. Somehow a full-length reflection of one’s self is a startling thing. ...


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Sept. 8, 2010 - The Touch

By Alex Bryant

December 2009 was a rough time in the Bryant household. My wife was pregnant with our fifth child, Katie, and the pregnancy was wearing her down. I was extremely busy juggling the responsibilities of pastoring while helping to maintain some sense of order in our home. As a result, I noticed that neither Angie nor I were paying as much attention to our four other boys.

Our third son, Mason, had just turned 3 years old, and Katie was born the day after his birthday. Mason is used to getting a lot of attention from both of us, and since it was his birthday time it was expected he would get a little extra attention. However, with the new arrival, Mason was inadvertently pushed to the side.

One night, when I arrived home after a long day, I noticed Mason was extremely clingy. He wanted me to pick him up and hold him and pretty much not leave his side. That night, I decided to break from the normal bedtime tradition and lie on his floor while he was falling asleep. Even though he was only 3 years old, I could tell he really appreciated it and he felt special.

As I lay on the floor right next to his bed, he moved over to the side of the bed so he could be as close to me as possible. He kissed me a couple of extra times and kept looking into my eyes and smiling. He was slow to fall asleep that night, and I could tell his little mind was thinking. After a couple of minutes he slid his arm over the side of the bed, stretched out his hand toward me and began to open his hand wide as if to say, “Hold me, Daddy.”

There we lay alone in his room, with the moon shining through the mini-blinds, and my son wanted reassurance that Daddy was still there. Without saying a word, I reached out and put my index finger inside the palm of his hand. He quickly grabbed it and closed his hand tightly. He smiled again and stared into my eyes and didn’t say a word! Soon he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

That night, Mason needed a touch from Daddy, and you better believe I was more than glad to give it. It was a moment that shot straight to my soul, and I will never forget it!

Do you ever feel this way with God? Have you been at the point where you felt distant from Him and needed a simple touch from His hand? Are you alone with Him in the dark of night and just need a little reassurance that He is still there? If this is you, just stretch out your hand in faith, and know that your Father is right beside you holding your hand. And, truth be told, these gentle touches mean more to Him than you will ever know.

“I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness” (Jeremiah 31:3, NIV).

— Alex Bryant serves as college and young adults pastor at First Assembly of God in Fort Myers, Fla.



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