Father

Imagine someone taking us by the hand, down to the water, to the river, and showing us all the beautiful creations lying in the mud. Rocks, smooth as pearls, sparkling in the water. Others, almost iridescent in the water, but as plain as can be on the ground. A large hand holds our hand, scoops up a big flat rock and lets us feel how it is to throw a rock that will skip three times in fifty feet and then leap up onto the distant shore!

He shows us the water, how it tumbles around the rocks that were left when all the earth had washed away, how the sun glints on each drop making it look like tiny stars lay down among the rocks. Then picking us up in his big strong arms, he leaps nimbly from one slippery rock to the other until we are on a tiny rock island in the middle of the river.

There is no fear, only fascination and total trust.

This is the Father.