A Son To Me
Well there’s no doubt about it. River is the coolest kid I know. He’s not real big on conversation yet. But he lets his hopes and dreams be known. His coordination is still a little flimsy, particularly in the neck and head region. He’s kind of dangerous with that thing. But he’s trying. He really digs the swing. He can swing for hours. And then, he can swing some more. I’ve given him several tours of the house, a short geography lesson on the continents and major oceans, and I introduced him to the titles that live on the top of the first book shelf. That leaves thirteen shelves to go before I’ve covered each one. Like every boy, he’s taking to eating and sleeping with a general merriment. He even gets along with Porter, who apart from the occasional slobberfest is quite pleased with the new addition to our home. He’s already concerned for the well being of River and whines whenever River is unhappy.
What about the name? Ah yes… a river is one of God’s central pictures for showing his strength and might, his joy and peace, and life and salvation. Isaiah 66, Ezekiel 47, and Revelation 22 are good starts. A river is quite literally ‘living water’. It is living life. It flows and whirls, sings and dances, and rushes along with wild joy and exuberance. River is our exuberance.
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