IS YOUR FACE TOWARD ME?
There’s a poignant story of a young husband whose wife died and left him with a small son. Back home after the funeral, they went to bed as soon as it was dark because there was nothing else the father could think of that he could bear to do. As they lay there in the darkness, numb with sorrow, the little boy broke the stillness with disturbing questions. “Daddy, where is mommy?” The father tried to get the boy to sleep, but the questions kept coming from his grieving, childish mind. After a time the father got up and brought the little boy to bed with him. The child was still disturbed and restless and would occasionally ask probing, heartbreaking questions. Finally the youngster reached a hand through the darkness, placed it on his father’s face, and asked, “Daddy, is your face toward mine?” Given assurance by his own touch, that his father’s face was toward him, the boy…
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