Daddy's Hands

I walked in my bedroom Friday after work, and Mom had put this picture of me and Dad on my nightstand. I absolutely love this picture!

When I look at this picture, I see his love for me in his eyes. I see the strength in him as he holds me high and proud in his hand. I see complete trust in this picture. Dad was not going to let me fall. Dad had strong hands and was more than able to hold me.

As strong as his hands were, I also saw those hands wipe away tears of sadness, give high fives, scratch a back just because, caress a baby, and I felt their correction (not because he was mean but because he loved me).

And as much as I found love, comfort and safety in Dad's hands, how much more loved, comforted, and secure am I in the hands of God? He is jealous for me. Matthew 7:11, "If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him!"

My heavenly Father holds me in the palm of His hand, and no one can remove me from His hand. I am safe. I can trust Him. He will not let me fall. He will never forget me, for my name is tattooed on His palm.

Deuteronomy 33:12 is one of my most favorite verses. "About Benjamin he said, 'Let the beloved of the LORD rest secure in him, for he shields him all day long, and the one the LORD loves rests between His shoulders.'". I love the word picture.

Many times as a child, I would climb up in my daddy's lap, and he would hold me and I would rest on his shoulder. And so often I have needed the embrace of my heavenly Father, and I have found myself in His arms, safe in His hands, resting on His shoulder.

To my two Dads, I love you! With all my heart.


In His Grace...


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