If you were there on Sunday then you saw this clip. If not, sit down, get out some tissues and watch it now.
When you have, read on…
I first saw this about three years ago and it made me cry. This is particularly significant because, up until last year, the only time I had cried since I was a child had been at the birth of my boys. This was not a macho thing, I genuinely did not think that I could.
Anyway, that’s an aside.
When I watched this again in preparation for Sunday it really struck me in a new light. That moment when he pulls up with his hamstring torn. That was 7pm on 19th Feb 2012 for me.
Everything that I thought I had. All my dreams. All my expectations. All I had achieved. It all came crashing down in a moment.
Suddenly I was a little boy who just needed his Daddy to hold him and walk him round. Actually, I always was but sometimes it takes moments like this to remind us.
Oh how I have felt my daddy walking with me and supporting me. I cannot even begin to conceive how it would be possible to do it without him.
It just made me think about how much he loves us and how much he loves those around us.
No one should have to go through life without their heavenly father holding them and walking with them.
No one.
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