My youngest son competed in a golf tournament this past weekend. It was sponsored by C.S.L. Behring in Phoenix, Arizona. They did a wonderful job hosting the event dedicated to the bleeding disorders community. Kids of all ages were invited to attend from all over the country. Each evening ended with a dinner/reception highlighting the achievements of the day. When all was said and done, my son won a special award for shooting his first shot closest to the hole! Pretty good considering that he had never played golf before this weekend.
The first night festivities started with a parade of the 106 athletes competing in the competition. I did not tell my son where I was sitting in the room. Immediately, he looked around trying to find me. To him, my presence was that important. He didn’t rest until we caught eye contact. He stood in front of the room with complete security and pride. His daddy was there to witness all that would unfold.
I thought about my relationship with my Heavenly Father. I have spent countless years searching and hoping to find Him, when He had been there all along. I soar when I am in the presence of the Divine, knowing that my life is witnessed by holy eyes. There is nothing quite like it.
Praise be to God, who gives us a heavenly identity. May we grow in the knowledge that we always have someone who claims us as His children. May this awareness give us strength and hope in all of life’s events. Let this assurance be our guiding source of hope.