Daddy's Hands

A few months ago we were at the park and Pumpkin was doing her best to pick up as many pebbles as she could. She wasn't able to get very many in her hands before they began to spill out. But she soon discovered that her dad's hands were much bigger and could hold a lot more and so the scooping and dumping process began.

Looking at this picture made me think about times in my life when I perhaps try my best to load up all my burdens and try to fit them in my hands. It's impossible to do without them slipping or spilling or overwhelming me and weighing me down. It's usually not until then that I remember that there is someone who is much more capable, who is willing to let us scoop and dump our fears, worries, concerns and burdens into His hands, hands that are outstretched and willing to carry them for us, without dropping or spilling a single one.