How Daddies Hold

We had a great week in California for Thanksgiving last week with Holly's family. Unfortunately, getting to her parents place requires a 3 hour flight. The best part about that 3 hour flight though is that we make it with 3 children under the age of 5 and the youngest is teething. Good times, good times. We have made this trip so many times this year that we kind of have a routine for the flight down pat. Holly sits next to Rylie in one row with Preston in her lap and I take Tyler in another row. Tyler is the least relaxed on airplanes of all of my kids...but I'd rather have a fidgety 2 year old than a crying 7 month old. Because Tyler was all over the map in that 3 hour span of time I was forced to hold him in a variety of ways that got me thinking again about how God is with me.

Daddies hold you up to keep you from falling.
Daddies hold you close to snuggle with you.
Daddies hold on to you to keep you from getting lost.
Daddies hold you upside down to laugh.
Daddies hold you while they bounce to put you to sleep.
Daddies hold you out to carry you over barriers on your level.
Daddies hold you back when you don't know what's best for yourself.
Daddies hold you just because you say "uppie".

The one thing we fail to remember like Tyler is that no matter how we are being held, the reason our fathers hold us the way that they do is that they are trying to find the best posture for us and what we need at that time. Because that's what daddies do.