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He's only been 2,5 years old. Or 2 years, 6 months and 4 weeks old, to be exact.

Yet, he has taught me a lot more about Father God than what I learned since I decided to be a Christian.

When he was a lot younger... Every time he cried, I would flee to check on him. He didn't have to ask, I would always provide him.

And that's exactly what Father does for me.

When I thought all my rebukes had gone in vanish, he would surprise me by reciting what I had told him and doing exactly what I told him.

Oh, how many times do I neglect His rebukes and how broken His heart would be!

When he grew bigger and started to challenge whatever I told him...

When he kept walking away and wouldn't coming back to me, and how I secretly and half-heartedly wished that he would fall down so he would cry and return to me and I could hold him back...

Or like what he is up to now, wanting to do everything by himself, includes things that could be dangerous for him, while stubbornly refuse any help...

I can see myself clearly in the mirror of that cute face.

And I'm stunned by how great His love is for me.

Thank you, Father God.