by Julie Ferguson

One evening, when I was a child, I fell asleep while watching TV. Wasn’t I surprised the next morning to find that I was tucked safely in bed! My mother explained to me that my father had carried me to bed. Imagine that; I didn’t even have to ask!

Afterwards, I found opportunities to fake falling asleep on the couch! My father would quietly pick me up and carry me to bed. Even though I was really awake, I would keep my eyes shut for fear that he would put me down and have me walk the rest of the way! There was such a feeling of love, warmth, and security from such a simple act as being held in my father’s arms that I didn’t want to risk losing it!

These days, of course, I’m much to big to be carried to bed by my dad… but my Father carries me quite often. He, too, doesn’t even have to be asked! And yes, there are times that I just keep my eyes shut (and my mouth!) so that I won’t have to walk alone. The simple pleasure of being loved unconditionally by the One who created me gives me more security than anything else I could imagine.