In our Father's arms

When I was a little girl, sometimes our family vacationed at the beach on a coastal island where the surf is usually gentle even at high tide. I remember what fun it was to "ride the waves" in my daddy's arms.

I was never afraid of all that water or of the waves. I was in my father's arms. He was big and strong. And he loved me. Why should I be afraid? I knew I was safe. I never doubted his love. I was his little girl. Of course, he loved me. He couldn't do anything else. His love and care for me, day in and day out, made it natural for me to love and trust him.

Pure gratitude
August 4, 1986

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