papa, who keeps me safe in his arms
where r u papa? i need to hear from you. its one of the roughest, toughest day, ever.
papa, who keeps me safe in his arms
where r u papa? i need to hear from you. its one of the roughest, toughest day, ever.
papa, who sings to me, even before i was born
papa, who calls me the 'standing little man!'
papa, whose shoulder i can sit on
papa, who carries me while i snooze
papa, who pats me to sleep at 3am
papa, who sees eye to eye with me
papa, who blows raspberries on my tummy!
papa, whose shoulder i can lean on
papa, who shares the vision as me
papa, whose hands are bigger than my tummy
and so, the 22 nights start..
will it be 22 nights of self-pity, despair and fear, or will it be 22 nights of hoping in God, trusting Him to provide all i need, and a heart fonder?
God-willing, it is the latter, and not the earlier, much as the temptation is strong.
while the burdens to bear are greater with the little boy around, it also means i have a companion and an excellent reminder of PP :)
22 days of "hopeful recollection" (coined by PP) start here :)