On the Way to our Father

We had a church picnic last Sunday out at the beautiful Salamonie Dam. Afterwards, Nick, the kids, and I went down to fish. I am not much of a fisherman. In fact, the last time I did much fishing was with my grandfather about 20 years ago. Of course, when you are fishing with a 4 year-old and 6 year-old, you don't need a lot of skill. It was only a few casts before they were done with fishing, and ready for exploring. Lydia took this picture of me looking out over the river.

It was a good day, Sunday. It started with a great new small group of parents and kids learning about God together. Then there was worship filled with God's word and response to that word. Next it was time to connect out at Salamonie with people of all ages in lots of fun ways. One of my favorite moments-thought I didn't get a picture of it- was on the hayride. Our smallest rider at 15 months old, decided she needed to go from Mommy to Daddy across the wagon midride. As she escaped from Mommy's hands, every arm of every person went out to hold her and protector her as she made her way to Daddy. What a beautiful picture of what church is! When we reach out to hold, protect, and help each other...even when that other may not even know they are in a risky spot. That little gal made it safely to Daddy. May we hold, protect and help each other this week, that we may all make it to Abba, Father no matter where life carries us.