Held in His Arms
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My kids are almost all grown now. I remember when I used to hold them in my arms (back in the day). I would carry them around (dads, isn't it true?) and wherever it might be. As they got bigger (and heavier), it would hurt my back. ;)
I would hold my kids in my arms in the store. (Not all three of them at once although they would want that.) I would hold my kids in my arms at the park. I would hold my kids in my arms at the pool. I would hold my kids in my arms in the rain and snow. (That's Theresa 12 years ago in the pictures. Click to enlarge. I still call her: "Baby boo." She looks at me quizzically.)
I would hold my kids in my arms at church, at home, when they went to bed, when they had a
bad dream, in the day or night, in the front yard or back, when they got hurt, were scared, when their mom was gone from home, when they were happy, sad, felt danger or despair.
I would hold my kids in my arms.
God holds you in His arms, too. (Who needed to hear it?) Let it sink in. #Godislove
"'I have loved you with an everlasting love.'" (Jeremiah 31:3b)
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