There have been many things through the years written about the "Fathers Hand". So I must reach into my heart and try to explain what this picture of the fathers hand did to my soul. I want it to be new words and yet I want it to have the depth of the history that Jesus left for us. I want for you to read my words and be touched in a part of your own soul that holds fear, or things that are uncomfortable and yet we hold on to them. It seems sometimes that few of us are able to easily talk about the things we cannot touch... even if the experience is commonplace like the birth of a baby, the miracle of life. When did we stop loving each other openly? When did we stop using the God of the Universe and the gift of the Cross as our way of explaining love to others?
This is the love of our Father
His hand protecting us, holding us.
When you feel His touch there is no turning back.
He holds your heart beat in the palm of His hand and your life is eternal in Him.
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