Friday, January 18, 2008

Father's Arms



I got in from a shopping trip this evening and went immediately upstairs to see how the girls were doing. Kathryn was in bed early with a headache so I moved down the hall toward Qavah's room. Her lullaby music was playing. I found her nestled in Paul's arms in the recliner, and both had dozed off. The scene was tranquil. I grabbed the camera and after snapping a few pictures, I found I couldn't take my eyes off them. In Paul's arms is one precious little human being. Her day was filled with pretend adventures of all kinds. She was Nanny McPhee, Princess Qavah and a bus driver today. She played with Annelise, sang songs, played "fetch" with Ellie, and watched a movie. She wore herself out.

The faith and trust she has in Paul has helped Qavah relax and enjoy the privilege of his protection. At the end of the day, there is no finer place than the arms of a father who can be trusted. They are strong, they are sure, and when the heart of that father is pure; they are safe. Thank you Paul for the memory you made for me tonight. It is a perfect picture of how our Heavenly Father has held us so close for the past year and a half while we struggled with fear and frightening situations. We can look back now and see that His arms never failed us. And His arms will never fail our precious children. "The eternal God is our refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms." Deuteronomy 33:27

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