Without a word, this picture speaks to my heart. Our sweet little grandbaby Lillian Kate, born 5 weeks early, holding her daddy's hand.
I imagine this is the first of many father/daughter hand holding occasions. Sweet Lily will hold her daddy's hand on walks and talks and fishing trips. During thunderstorms she'll run to her daddy for comfort and dance with him in delight through summer mud puddles. They'll hold hands and play ring around the rosey and skip to my lou! He'll hold her hand at the edge of the pool encouraging that first jump into the water and he'll dread letting go as she takes off on that first bike ride. Her dad will pat her hand walking down the aisle on her wedding day, and if the Lord allows she'll pat Sam's at his death (as I held my father's hand when he breathed his last and God took my daddy's hand from me). Hands are precious to God.
Being a little girl's daddy is a big responsibility because a father holds his little girl's heart in his hands. She isn't a baseball or a fly fishing rod, so be tender. Don't toss your daughter's heart to and fro because:
She'll watch her daddy to learn what God is like.
She'll look to her daddy to learn how a husband treats a wife.
She'll look to her daddy for her own self-esteem.
Fathering little girls is scary business, Dads, but remember that God is holding your hand and He says
"For I am the Lord, your God,
who takes hold of your right hand and says to you,
Do not fear; I will help you."
Call on Him and you will find Him helping you through all the joys and sorrows of your little girl's life.
With joy I welcome sweet little Lillian Kate into our arms and family.
You are blessed, my 9th grandchild,
for you are loved by many even before we kiss your lovely Lily face.
you are loved by God,
Who created you.
You will hear of Jesus's love early in your life.
For that I am thankful.
I know mommy and daddy already told you the wonderful news that
you have a Savior who died so you might live.
Be blessed, my grandgirl.
He is holding your hands and
He'll never let you go.
Grandchildren are sweet splashes of serenity to my soul,