his big hand.

One of our kids had a pretty bad nightmare last night and was frightened, but wouldn't wake up. Chris wasn't home from work yet and I couldn't settle them down, so I brought them into bed with me so I could pray. They finally fell asleep and Chris put them back in their bed when he got home. 

This morning I asked them if they remembered last night at all.

"All I remember is daddy putting me back in bed. I knew it was daddy because of the way his big hand felt on my back."

I love that.

I could make a beautiful Father God reference, but I'll just leave it at that.