Whose Arm Doth Reach
[…]attempts to remain himself while struggling against a swirling tide of changing, independent young women were admirable—a lesser man might have jumped ship long ago, settling for mediocre conversations and emotional distance. Every God-fearing dad in some way strives to image our heavenly Father, and I believe mine has done so most notably in his use of words—both spoken and written—that reach to us even from a long way off and remind us of who we are—who we are becoming…. [Because of my father] I carry a persistent image of God as an affirming and affectionate parent…. When I cannot […]
