Father's Hands

I was helping Dad in the garden today when I had the most amazing thought. I was watching Dad pull out this tiny plant with such delicacy with his huge hands and suddenly I thought this is just like our Heavenly Father. I was thinking about how our Heavenly Father so gently enfolds us in his hands to help us grow. I don't know how he does it, but I know it is with the same tenderness Dad used to plant.