Faith Words: Safe In Our Father's Arms

It stormed something fierce here over the weekend.  The wind blew and the rain fell.  It was a powerful storm.

My littlest granddaughter, Vivienne, was frightened by the fury of the storm, so her daddy, my son, picked her up and took her to the window and explained it to her - at least as much as you can to a toddler who's just a few months shy of her second birthday.

He held her closely and pointed to the rain and said, "It's water."  In the safety of her daddy's arms, she took it all in and finally yelled, "It's okay!  It's wawa!"

What a precious scene I conjured up as imagined the two of them standing there looking at the rain!  Her trust in her daddy conquered her fears and gave her the courage to shout the storm down.

What storms am I facing that make me afraid?  Are troubles pouring down?  Are worries blowing me around?

Oh, that I would let my Father take me into His arms and reassure me that I'm safe in His care, that He is bigger than anything that could come against me!

He's a good, good Father!  And I'm loved by Him.

Safe in His arms,

Patrice

Psalm 34:17 (NIV)

The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears them; He delivers them from all their troubles.