Finally the show was over and I realized that I had yet to take a sip of the wonderful frozen-blended drink I had purchased only an hour ago (though it felt as though much more time than that had actually passed). I picked up my cup to take a drink. Much to my surprise, the whipped cream that topped my coffee was entangled with a dollop of sweet potatoes. There I sat, Sebastian on my lap looking up at me with his infectious smile, and sweet potatoes in my coffee.
As I sat there in this moment that seemed to last forever, I realized that I had a decision to make as a father. On the one hand, I could have chosen to be upset that Sebastian had caused so much turmoil that evening. Oh, I could have sulked over the sweet potatoes that had found their way into my coffee; I could have even become angry. On the other hand, how could I allow any form of anger to flood my spirit when this precious little child was looking at me with a truly rare and beautiful smile, which pours out from not only his facial expression, but also from his eyes and indeed his very soul?
It occurred to me in that moment that God is very much like a loving father with sweet potatoes in His coffee. I make no claims to comparisons of my love as a father with that of Godís, nor do I mean to trivialize the reality of Godís love. I mean only to suggest that the God of the Bible is not merely a vengeful, wrath-filled God of destruction and judgment, inasmuch as He is a loving Father who cares for His creation and is intimately concerned with every one of His children.