Cuddled in her father’s arms, she is snug and secure, because there is a father.
Looking into the small eyes gazing up from within his arms, feeling the tight grasp of a tiny hand on his finger, the father awakens to something he may never have known before: He is a father.
As a child’s trust creates a bond and transforms a man, rendering him a father, so our trust in the One Above elicits His embrace. And there...
