Day 24-ain't no sunshine when he's gone

Psalm 72:5
He will endure as long as the sun, as long as the moon, through all generations.


Wyatt, my two year old, loves his daddy.  No wait. . . he adores his daddy.  Everything his daddy does Wyatt wants to do, whether it's watering the garden or washing dishes or fixing something, Wyatt is his shadow.  On Thursday Jacob had to coach at the gym so it was me and the boys for the evening.  Wyatt was definitely having a two year old day, kinda whiny in between his sweet times.  He whined and cried every time for daddy.  He wanted daddy to be home, to play with, to fix things with.  It reminded me what an impression we have on our boys.  How everything we do they watch and learn from, that they want to mimic us.  Just as the sun will last for all generations, we will be they boys' parents forever.  There is no switch we can turn off, no button we can press that takes that fact away.  Also I look at how much Wyatt cried out for his daddy, do we cry out for our daddy the same?  Do we ever just get anxious with anticipation for when he will be home?  Do we ever continually wait for him, call for him, listen for the sound of him?  I hope that after watching Wyatt eagerly anticipate Jacob's return today that I can watch and listen and wait for God in the same manor in my life.  That I can cry out , stomp my feet, and squeal with joy when I see him or hear his voice.