Daddy

I was in the back seat of a Nissan XTerra, next to my super cute, super small, cousin-once-removed Erin, talking with cousin Annette and her husband Trey about their daughter’s word skills. “She knows a few words, like ‘Mommy’ and ‘Daddy’ and ‘Maggie’. She knows ‘tickle-tickle’. ‘Please’ is more like ‘pa’. She’s good with her b-words like ‘bear’ and ‘bug’ and ‘brown’.”

And then Trey said something that immediately jumped out to me: “She’s knows how to say ‘Daddy’. That’s all she needs.”

I think he was probably making a joke and didn’t intend to construct a profound theological metaphore. But I took a moment and thought about the truth of that statement. If all we ever knew was how to cry out ‘Abba’, we’d be okay. In fact, we may very well be better off.

These child-like-faith moments seem to be showing up to me more often. Probably for a reason. I’d like to grow in this mindset.

Joel Maust

Joel Maust is a blogger, marketer and photographer living in the beautiful Flathead Valley of northwest Montana.