Walking with My Father

I was once a little girl who walked along holding onto my daddy's big hand. There was no reason to think any thoughts but happy ones. There were no worries, only faith that wherever he was leading me, it would all be good because I knew he loved me. My earthly daddy has been gone for many years now, but he left me in the care of a loving Heavenly Father whose hand I now hold. I have learned to trust Him as a little girl who trusts her daddy. He does not fail to care for me or to safely guide me through life. What comfort.