A few days ago my three year old son got sick. I don't know what was wrong and fortunately whatever it was passed quickly without the need for further worry or diagnosis. To put it kindly, the little guy was nauseous. He couldn't keep anything down, not even water.
Anyone who has spent time around a toddler knows that this is a traumatic experience for the child. They don't know what is happening. They are scared, sad, and confused. I learned that despite all of this they do not lose their faith in daddy. You see, in the middle of one of the "episodes" my son looked at me though tear filled eyes and cried out, "Fix me daddy!"
Antioch knew he was sick and that he wanted to get better. He believed his daddy was the only one who could help him. He was not too proud to ask. Oh that we would realize our condition and cry out to our Heavenly Father, "Fix me Daddy!"
