Many years ago when my daughter was in preschool, I attended a mom’s group with some girlfriends at a similar place in life. Our children would play together and participate in various activities while we studied The Word and prayed for one another. It was one of those rich circles of friendship God knit together as we encouraged each other to follow Him.
Many of the women in the group thought that my girlfriend, Lori, and I looked a lot alike. We are both fair, have similar hairstyles. We have similar personalities and we get excited about the same things. The women in the group were not the only ones who thought Lori and I resembled one another. It quickly became apparent that her three year old son, Andrew, did too.
When Andrew needed some comfort or a reassurance, like all three year olds, he would run to his mom, grab ahold of her leg and cling to her. His eyes would turn upward, looking for her reassuring smile that said he was loved and that everything was going to be alright.
Without fail, at every mom’s event, Andrew would confuse me with his mom. We could see it coming from across the room, but there was no easy way to stop it. Andrew would see what looked to be his mom from a distance. He would run to ME, throw his arms around MY leg, and CLING to ME! Continue reading “I Cling to You”