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Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!
I heard my son cry out those words over and over as I walked away. They hit my back like bricks thrown from a major league pitcher, but I kept walking.
There was anguish, pain, and fear in his voice. He was in deep water and dangerous territory. He was terrified as most of us are when we feel overwhelmed and underpowered.
I had on an AirJesus cloak and he could see the back of my shirt, which read AirJesus.com "Fly Fearlessly," fading as I turned the corner. Flying fearlessly was the last thing he was doing.
He is young so he didn't know what the words meant.
My three oldest sons were in swimming class. Christian, the three-year-old, was the last one to conquer his fear and thus the tiradetirade (n.长篇激烈的演说.)
I had to walk away.
He kept seeing me on the side and would constantly call out for Daddy. So I left to watch him from the natatorium balcony. I was there and watching all along; they just couldn't see me very easily.
When I first started them in swimming classes, I swam laps while the instructor worked with them, but that was too distracting for Christian. He kept calling for his daddy.
So I brought them to the instructor, freshly showered and in their swimming suits and walked away.
The heavenly father has to do that with us.
Or else Christians will never learn how to navigate through the deep.
~A MountainWings Original~
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