The boy with the tousled hair points to the sky with a quizzical look and asks "Diddi?" or is he declaring it to be so. Heaven rests in my heart at that moment. "Yeah, Diddi" I reply. I could melt. Or have I already.
I have been listening to men talk of the Father heart of God. It seemed tangible but never close. It's close now--yet how do I grasp it? What is the "Diddi" of me that will melt the heart of God. Can I point to no place in particular and say "Diddi" and will Abba Father's heart melt? I think so but what's my phrase? Oh to be free from the tyranny of a formula! The boy with the tousled hair didn't think of what he wanted to say to melt my heart--he said--it worked! "Diddi", "Diddi" I cry "Diddi", "Diddi"
On His first Christmas the boy with the tousled hair was once the boy who was trying to skip crawling. He was scared of the vacuum cleaner, he didn't like the noise it was loud it was not the sound of cuddles and coos and giggles and laughter that had permeated the rest of Christmas day. The loud machine was the only thing between him and Daddy. In a moment of courage far beyond his 10 months he crawled as fast as his legs could scoot him across the carpeted floor straight toward the roaring but it wasn't the roaring he was running towards. He looked past the roar to his daddy on the other side of the roar. He cried, scooted and came to my feet and all I could do was pick him and squeeze him in admiration and awe. "You did it Goo, You Did it"...All was well, the vacuum was now no longer a threat it was a very loud extension of daddy, all was well.
"Diddi"...show me how to run past the roar?
