The small boy slowly pulled the arrow back while safely encircled within his father’s strong arms. Awkwardly, shaky…true, but all I could see was the father’s radiant smile. This wise man knew no arrow would come close to hitting the mark without his strength, his steadiness, his careful aim.
“There you go. That’s the way.” He spoke with gentle encouragement. The target was not a consideration that day.
Just the slow drawing back of the arrow until the bowstring grew taunt, seeming on the verge of snapping. “Do you feel the tug? Now don’t let go yet. Steady!”
Delighted, it mattered not to the child whether he drew back the arrow alone.
I watched and wished I could be like that child…trusting…trying…believing. Instead, I fret over missing the mark.
JoDee Luna Art 
Nicely written.
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Thank you! I look forward to visiting your blog!
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Good message JoDee. I could you use faith like that more often as well.
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Thanks for the encouragement. I am such a “type A” personality and hopeless perfectionist. I regularly need reminding that the life of faith just might look a little different from my Heavenly Father’s perspective.
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I love archery! It’s a great workout for your arms and practice for hand eye coordination. 🙂
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I have never tried archery but I was intrigued when I watched this little boy at the Kornoneburg Renaissance Faire last weekend in Corona, CA.
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I need to remember this. It is not about hitting the mark all the time. Good job JoD
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So sweet. So wise. So true. Thanks for sharing.
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