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If I should wander.

Hold my face if I should wander.
When my thoughts are far from home.
When my faith is going under; remind me I am known.


There's a little boy, that's not so little anymore that I grew up with. I grew up with several little boys. Six if you want a number. One of them my brother and the rest neighbors.  When I heard those lyrics above in the song, ''This close'' by Stefanny Gretzinger that little boy immediately came to mind. Kakuru. He's a special boy. Smart, beyond his years actually. He's funny and quite a handful. He always had an idea. He was so destructive but only because he is innovative.'' The remote control car can be more than a car, let me make it a helicopter.''  his thought processing that would be evident as he'd silently fidget with parts, always asking for tape and batteries.  Kuru is also stubborn. Hands down stubborn. So defiantly stubborn it hurts. I'm sure  I've had to hold his face to rebuke him. And so has his sister, and mother and father. Everyone. I've had to hold my brother's. Children have to be held. Sometimes instruction alone does not cut it.

 I read an article about the body and how posture is symbolic. Holding hands in prayer makes the body pray as much as the mind does. Crazy scientific things like that. I think there's something about holding the child as you talk to them. I know I've had to grip my brother's shoulders to get a point driven home.
When I heard Steffany sing that I thought to myself. That's good. That's real.
I'm not perfect with my knowledge on intimate relationships. And no, neither is this necessarily from experience; but I know there's something about holding your ''other's'' face while you tell them you love them; things like that.
Or after a fight, you know. Things like that.
And I know there's something about the intimacy that comes along with that. The sincerity behind it, or so we hope.

I couldn't help but picture God as a the father , in all his grace and mercy, holding my face. Holding my face to bring me back home.
Home.
We're prone to wander. Some days I feel it. Some days I wander.

I wrote in my last post, how God is home. He always has been. Even scripture invites us to remain in Him. He doesn't leave.
We do. I do.
Always.
Often.
 A lot.
some days and most; it's because I think I know most. And best.

I need him to hold my face if I should wander.
To hold my heart if I should try to hold it on my own.
To always remind me to come home.
And stay home.

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