Riding the Bus.....
Round and round, round and round
The wheels on the bus go round and round
All through the town
Riding on the bus….
Every morning on my way to work…
I see them…
Watch them as I get stuck behind that old yellow bus…#470 I believe.
Dad is always standing along side his green caravan.
As the bus stops,
He does the same thing
Every single morning…
Right when it stops,
He waves at the bus driver and then
Lickity split,
He pulls open the door of the van and in one
Quick loving swoop,
He scoops her up in his arms,
Lovingly,
Holding her against him
And he runs with her to the bus
And places her on the first step…
She always turns and
Waves…
And he stands there
Staring at her until the bus door closes,
Waving and smiling…
Like he is sending off his most precious treasure…
He then runs on to his next stop
Where I assume he goes to care for sick people in some form or fashion because he is always dressed in scrubs…
Every morning,
He gives me that warm and fuzzy feeling…
And reminds
Me of How
God must feel every morning when our feet hit the ground…
Can almost sense the smile I get and the wave that must occur when I head out the door….
Mr. Man at the bus stop with your little girl, with her blond hair..
What a good daddy you are..
I can tell by the way you stare at her…
Thank you for being my reminder every morning
That I go forth into the world
Anointed with a power of love…
That is so infused into my being that separating the wonder of
Where it starts and ends is uncomprehendable…..
Every morning as I dress
The power of Love moves over me,
Some days I notice and some days,
I’m a bit like that little girl…
I need the Creator,
To wipe the sleep from my eyes,
Scoop me up and wave me off
As the bus of life heads toward new horizons….
So thankful for a morning scene between a girl and a dad at the bus stop
Riding on the Bus…
Put on the bus…
Loved on the bus…..
With and by God…and once I’m on…
and The wheels on the bus go round and round….
Ps….egg number four has now hatched…I’m the proud observant nosy mama of
Four baby robins and their mom.
Labels: god's love
posted by pleemiller @ 5:43 AM
3 Comments
3 Comments:
All I can say is: beautiful! I love your analogy, and the dad you describe sounds absolutely fantastic. He reminds me much of my husband and the way he gets my girls off to school. I am a former Christian, fumbling through life, but opening up God's love again in my own slow and stubborn way. This really gave me something to think about this morning.
Do you ever take a photograph of Dad and the girl being put on the bus? Just a thought as I was reading your endearing thoughts ~ ^_^ Thanks ~
Your post reminded me that one morning last week, shortly after I'd gotten up, a thought flashed through my head: God and the angels smiling and saying with delight, "She's up! Kerri's up!" I don't usually think of God in that way, and I'm deeply thankful for the reminder you've given.
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