When I was a little girl, my
father used to tuck me into bed at night. He talked with me, prayed with me,
and laid his big hand on my little face. I did not move because I wanted to
keep the feeling of that big hand on my face. It was a comfort to me.
Later, when I was in the
concentration camp, I would sometimes pray, “My heavenly Father, will you lay
Your hand on my face?” That would bring me peace, and I would be able to sleep.
Because father showed me his fatherly love, I could later understand the
heavenly Father’s love. Fathers and mothers, show your children your love.
I have
loved you with an everlasting love . . .
Jeremiah
31:3
Our Father, if we are parents or
grandparents, help us to reflect Your love to our children and grandchildren to
train them in trusting their earthly protectors so that they can find the way
when they need their heavenly Father’s help.
