I saw a
child in the mall being carried by her dad.
Both the girl’s arms and legs were wrapped tightly around him. Her curly head was pressed against her dad’s
shoulder. The blue eyes struck me. Her staring, wide pupils had a satisfied,
secure, yet faraway look. It seemed that
the girl wouldn’t rather be anywhere else at that moment. I found myself
thinking, I want that, too! I want to feel that kind of deep safety and
care. To my surprise, I got a
wordless, but definite answer. I saw myself bring held close by my Heavenly
Father. I saw Him walk into the house I
lived in when I was three. He reached down and picked me up.
It’s not
too late?
Never too late!
What I lack,
can be found. What I missed, can be experienced. What I need can and will be
given. God is my truest Father.
