When we returned from a trip as a child, I would pretend to be asleep in the car so my daddy would have to carry me into the house. I loved the comforting feeling of his strong arms around me. If we were in unfamiliar or crowded places, I never felt afraid because he was holding my hand. I experience that same reassuring feeling now when I go to my heavenly Father. He’s always there for me, leading me by his hand and holding me safe in his arms.
Safely in His Arms
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Oh how I miss mine . He would do anything for me, just as our heavenly Father will and has done for us. Thanks for the reminder.
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