Human Touch

Noah and I went to the park this afternoon to release some energy, and commune with nature.

We met a man, and his daughter. They were from France. Noah immediately attached to this lively pair. He followed the daughter everywhere she went on the playground. I naturally followed them around like a Mother bear and tracked their every move. I didn't know them, they didn't know me.

The daughter started playing a very aerobic game of tag with her Father. The Father included Noah. At first I was a little alarmed. He was touching my son...chasing my son. Nothing inappropriate, but a strangers touch nonetheless. I felt a little nervous...as thoughts of children being harmed by strangers flashed through my mind.

And then I heard the laughter. Sweet, innocent laughter. Joyful laughter, with red-faced children who were in heaven to give each other a touch on the arm and scream "you are it!" And a Father who was more than happy to be chased in circles by his daughter and a stranger.

And while I will always take extreme precautions when it comes to anyone touching my son, I was grateful today for human touch. And for a stranger.

p.s. we went to the Vancouver Open House yesterday. Beautiful. Tonight Noah said out of nowhere "I saw Jesus yesterday. He gave me a hug, and told me I was a good boy."

I'm grateful most of all for HIS touch.