The little girl walks beside her Father, hand in his. The path is unfamiliar. The thought bothers her. As she ponders this, her face grows troubled.
“Daddy?” she asks. Her little chin quivers.
“Yes sweetie?” He smiles down at her warmly, his heart bursting with how precious she looks next to him.
“How do I know if I’m going the right way?” Her panicked eyes search his as the fear is uncovered.
“Just keep your hand in mine, princess. I know where we’re going.”
The worried expression melts into a trusting smile. Her grip tightens. Peace washes over her. Her Father can be trusted.
Oh, that I would just understand this picture.