A few posts ago I compared writing a book to learning to ride a bike. Noting the fact that my father is there, encouraging me and cheering me on. He knows I can do it. And He is there to guide me along the way.
As I was looking for a picture, I was overwhelmed by them. The universality of the postures. Always dad is holding on, or running along beside.
I found them so sweet and so encouraging. I am going to remember these pictures. And the memories I have of my own dad running along beside my bike. And my hubby running along beside our kids. And I'm going to remember that if God calls me to do something, He will be right there, holding on to the seat and helping me along.