Holding Papa's hand...

Sunday morning I picked up our oldest granddaughter from her Sunday School class.  As we were walking across campus through crowds of people it suddenly occurred to me that here she is, 3 years old, not three feet tall, being lead through a "land of giants" where all she can see is a bunch of knees, yet she has total faith that as long as she is holding the hand of her Papa she will be safe and be lead to Grammy and Mama.

How like this do our lives need to be.  Life brings things into our paths, sometimes very scary things.  Whether it's serious injury, illness, ending hours of labor with the discovery that you're brand new little baby is Down Syndrome, the thought of how many little ones in the world need our love and help, or that your heart has been touched with the desire to be the safe place for a child who has been abandoned with Down Syndrome... if you just hold the hand of your Heavenly Papa with the same childlike trust that my granddaughter holds mine, he will lead you safely on the journey.  He knows where the path leads.  He is trustworthy...

"Papa"