"Can you throw me in the air one last time before you leave, Daddy? As
high as you possibly can, Daddy, as high as you can."
The hem of her petal-pink dress flutters in the air as he throws her higher
and higher, seemingly as high as the bare treetops outside the family room
windows. On each ascent, Katie squeezes her eyes shut. The look on her
face says she's certain that her father's hands will not let her fall.
--Excerpt from the Atlanta Sunday newspaper, February 25, 2007,
about a father leaving home for his second tour in Iraq.
We have all craved a daddy whose hands would not let us fall. Some
of us grew up with one, and some of us didn't. Our Father in Heaven,
however, has promised to be that kind of Abba-Daddy to His children.
Maybe even now you feel like you have been thrown high into the air
and are afraid. Can you, with a simple childlike faith, squeeze your
eyes shut and whisper, "Father, I believe your hands will not let
me fall"?--Chip Kirk
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