Comfort of Our Father

Every time I see this picture, it reminds me of the comfort of our Father.

"I'm scared!" she exclaimed.

"Just trust me," I replied in soft, hushed tones. In an instant, she calmed down and moments later, was giggling with delight. I paddled along the shallow creek, and she enjoyed the best day ever -buried in the sandy shore by the foster teens, relishing a much-needed carefree experience.

She was my four-year-old foster child and was legally blind.

I often reflect on that day, recalling how it compares to various moments since when I faced significant anxiety about situations or seasons that pushed me far beyond my comfort zone. In those times, I hear a gentle prompting from our Father in my spirit... "Just trust me."

Ironically, fostering was one of those challenging seasons. Yet through it all, I learned countless lessons and gained immense wisdom. Heartaches were frequent, but blessings overflowed, and I created so many cherished memories.