In the Father's Hands

As we were sitting outside of the boy's home listening to Giuli tell the final part of the story about Joseph and his brothers, a sweet little boy came crawling into my lap. I sat there holding him and kissed his forehead over and over again, wanting him to know that he is loved. After we sat there in complete contentment, breathing simultaneously, I placed my hand out in front of him and with out a second thought, he placed his little brown hand in mine.

Even though I wanted to stay there holding his hand, we had to say our goodbyes. The only thing that got me through it, was remembering that everyone single one of those precious children are in the hands of our Heavenly Father.

"My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all, and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father's hand."

-John 10:29