They caught my eye a few rows up. In the midst of worship my mind wandered from the truth of the song to the truth they portrayed.
She had inherited her dad’s height. Fifteen or sixteen years old, she was taller than me – maybe 5’8”. Yet her father’s stature still dwarfed her as he stood a head taller and had a large athletic frame. She laid her head of long blond hair against his shoulder while her own shoulders shook under the weight of some sadness. He took notice and without a word put his arm around her, drawing her in. The young lady’s hand went to her face to brush away the tears and her daddy leaned in to kiss the top of his little girl’s head.
My heart was bursting – hoping – for the kind of relationship between my girl and her daddy that would lead to such a tender moment in the midst of the teenage years.
His arm reached behind and around her, his strong hand on her arm. With the other arm he passed along the kleenex supplied by her mom further down the row. Then the tears began to form in my own eyes. The image moved me for another reason.
I recognized myself.
What grace – that I lay my head against the powerful shoulder of the Perfect Father. There is One who towers over me in wisdom and strength. He leans His head over mine – a kiss of comfort, shelter,…unconditional love. His protective arm is around me. His firm hand on me. His touch means everything.
Though hast enclosed me behind and before, and laid Thy hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is too high, I cannot attain to it. Psalm 139:5-6
Thanks a bunch Jennie. What a beautiful picture of our Heavenly Father! Oh what a longing I have also for our little girls, a strong relationship with their earthly & Heavenly daddy, where they can find security and love. Just the other morning Eva woke up a hour earlier than usual, snuck into our bedroom where Scott was spending time with Jesus. She sat underneath his arm, snuggled in close for a hour just enjoying being close to her daddy. Boy, what a picture it was for me also. My heavenly daddy just loves me being with Him. Not having to do anything but enjoying His comfort, His delight in me, His protection and His rest.
Thanks again