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Bam!
He was too cute! Tiny face. Tail still unfluffy. He was running all over the wood roofing as if the chase was on. He began turning and hopping like a little bunny, then darting back and forth. Clearly, he was having the most wonderful playtime. Looked like his mom could have cared less what he was up to. She was ensconced at the cardinal feeder, merrily munching away. He came up to the corner closest to the window where I was watching. All of a sudden, bam! He hit the ground with an awful sound. Oh, man!I whispered. At least it was the wood decking and not the concrete. He was stunned, didnt move. Slowly he turned and sat up. He lifted his very tiny left paw. As it dangled, he cautiously licked it. After a minute, he went over to the post and gingerly made his way up. Once again safe on the top beam, he began slowly to nurse his foot back to health. The mother squirrel never once checked on him or even glanced his way. The correlation crossed my mind. If were on cruise control, lets say just going along, ordinary-everyday, and inadvertently had an accident, we wouldnt be left to fend for ourselves the best we could. Fortunately, we have a parent who would immediately - if not before - check on us. He would be taking situation in hand to restore and heal us. Thats the kind of dad our heavenly Father is. Oh, thank God!
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