Take My Hand, Lord
My father had big hands. He worked hard and his hands showed it. When my sisters and I were little and he needed to protect us when crossing the street he would snap his fingers and stick out his index finger for us to grab. Our little hands fit perfectly around his strong finger and we were safe. Dad always made us feel loved and safe; our heavenly Father Loves, cares and provides for us even more. Isaiah 41:10 - “Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am