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Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Trust Heavenly Father - Gibson
They joined the Bruce trail at Old Baldy on the Niagara Escarpment: the Preacher and our teenage son. It’s been decades now—just yesterday in memory for them both.
I likely warned them before they left the house, exuberant, eager. “Baldy’s lumpy. Tree roots and stuff. Stay away from the edge.”
Eye-rolling. “We’ll be fine.”
That evening, after everyone was home again, calm again; son in cast and both subdued, I pieced the day together. Our son, tackling a cliff, had tumbled. Tree branches broke the speed of his fall. Thirty feet or so down, the landing broke his arm.
No way up—except for his father, who clambered down to fetch him.
Ever tried to climb a cliff face with only one good arm?
“Dad, I can’t,” he said, terror splashed naked on his boy face. So the father stuck his child between himself and the cliff. Spidered him up. Leg on leg, arm on arm. “You’ll be fine, Son. Just do what I tell you.”
I still shudder at the final moment, the one just before safety: boy alone on a ledge reaching up, father stretched full out on a tree limb, reaching down. Hands meeting, grasping. Guts twisting. A one, a two… SWING. Child traces an arc through clear blue.
Terra firma.
How much do you trust God? Enough to believe he meets you at the bottom? Enough to know that even when you feel abandoned, terrified—even when it’s YOUR fault—he has a plan?
You can trust him that much. Do what he tells you. That's your Father stretched out on that tree.
Find columnist and broadcaster Kathleen Gibson at
www.kathleengibson.ca
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6 comments:
Lovely post. Thank you for sharing.
:)
Heart-stopping. Breath-suspending. Relief unending!
Thank you Kathleen; and thank You, Lord.
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Thanks indeed...to my friends above, and my Father above. If you guys are at conference this weekend, come away replenished!
Dear Kathleen,
A great story and illustration well written.
Thanks.
Eleanor
Hi Kathleen,
I read this late, but what a rich comparison. And how do you manage to say so much in so few words?
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