“I’m going with my Father”
A little boy was leaving his house with his father. As he was walking down the steps, his hand nestled in his father’s, his friend from next door called over the hedge, “Where are you going?”
The little boy answered, “I’m going with my father.”
This was a story I heard during a Christian Science lecture, and it vividly remained with me. Shortly after hearing that lecture, my father and I embarked on a summer adventure. We took a couple of days to canoe down the Housatonic River in southwestern Connecticut. The spring rains were enough to make it a real adventure.
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