Recently, while looking through old photos, I found this picture.
I remember the day well. Grant was small. We were at our favorite lake. But what I love best about this picture is the tenderness in Lonny's hands.
Do you ever long to be held by your Father?
I ponder this in today's post at Guideposts. You can read about it here:
Thank you so very much for spending this time with me. I'm sending a warm hug and am hoping that you'll find sweet, tender moments in the Father's hands.