Hosea 11-12

Friday morning, near the end of a long walk,I passed by a mother and her toddler son- he was on a small four-wheel bike, perfectly fitted to him• he was poised to move from asphalt to a dirt slope◦ I said, “Looks like you’re about to go off-roading,”◦ more for his mom’s sake than his• he looked at me with the most engaging smile◦ it was the loveliest moment of my morning- I kept walking, but he didn’t take his eyes off of me• he turned his head as I passed,◦ so I had to walk backwards to hold his gaze◦ his mom was quiet, but enjoying her son’s response• if cherubs were small, toddler-looking angels,◦ he could have been a model for the prototype