By Sue Cass
The skate board flies out from under his feet and lands several feet away. The boy picks himself up off the ground, crying and rubbing his knees.
A Man standing near by watching slowly walks to the boy and asks, “Are you okay?” The boy stiffens his shoulders and pulls himself up to a full stance and exclaims, “Yeah. I’m little but I’m tough!”
The Man laughs and walks over to pick up the skate board. As He hands it back to the boy He says, “The wheel is broken. Maybe your Dad can fix it.”
The boy bursts out crying.
The Man places an arm around the boy’s shoulder and pulls him close as the boy sobs.
“I know you don’t have a Dad.” The Man gently states.
The boy jerks away, swipes roughly at his tears and demands, “How do you know that!?”
“I am the I Am and I know everything about you. There’s an ice cream stand over there. Would you like an ice cream cone? Strawberry, I presume.” The Man smiles broadly.
The boy accepts and while eating their ice cream the Man explains to the boy that even though his father walked out on them when he was a baby that he still has a Father. They talk long after the ice cream has been eaten.
He walks the boy to a nearby shop and has the broken wheel fixed. The boy grabs the newly repaired skateboard and rushes out the door. He jumps on the skate board and as he pushes off he turns to thank the Man.
But the Man is gone.
(Sue’s version) Psalm 27:10
Republished with permission Sue’s Pen2PaperBlog
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Having completed my college years I made my career as a flight attendant for a major airline. Many years later I retired. Georgia is my home since 1968.
I met, married, and buried my husband here. Very soon after my husband went to be with the Lord, “God rattled my cage” and I became a follower of Christ.
I have devoted my life to Him. He has done much within me, for me, and through me.
In other words, He transformed my life.
I am an abuse survivor. I am the founder & C.E.O. of Elah Ministries, Inc. A non-profit 501c3 ministry that offers hope, healing, and deliverance to hurting souls. I have ministered to both men and women survivors of childhood sexual abuse and have seen the grace of God work mightily in both individual lives and through the support groups I have led.
Along the way by God’s grace I became an author. I do speaking engagements, book signings, prayer ministry, and whatever the Lord calls me to do.
There are times I need to “run away” and my favorite place for relaxation is a beach with ocean waves rolling in, the sun, sea air,
seagulls swooping down for the potato chips I offer, my swimming suit filled with sand, and a good book. It calms my soul.