My sweet boy

When Billy was a baby he had a little soft blue baby boy doll I named boy.

When you think of baby dolls typically you think of pink girl dolls. When you have a boy you get a boy doll baby.

Boy went with us everywhere and he rattled when you shook him.

Billy had Boy in his car seat and in his crib. Everywhere that Billy went, Boy went too.

Boy was comforting to Billy. Just like the Holy Spirit is comforting to me. Even when I don’t sense His presence I know that He’s there.

He may not rattle but when the wind whistles I know He’s near. When a bird chirps, when my hair blows or I get goose bumps. I’m reminded of His nearness.

The Holy Spirit is always with me but I’m the one who needs to constantly be reminded. He’s promised to never leave me or forsake me which means he’ll never turn his back on me but it’s my human tendency to forget.

This sort of reminds me of “boy” but not exactly.

Thank goodness He’s patient with me and gently reminds me of His nearness. Much like I reminded Baby Billy of Boy’s nearness when I would gently stroke his little cheek with Boy’s soft face.

Baby Billy when he had “Boy”

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