She Walks Among Giants

She reaches her tiny hand to grasp the hand of her gentle giant. He smiles down at her as they begin to walk slowly. 

She closes her eyes and lifts her face to the heavens. She has no fear of falling; her giant protects her. He is her father. 

She whispers sweet, simple prayers as she walks. He does the same as they pace the altars of the small church each week. 

This is what I see as I watch my husband and seven year old daughter from my seat near the front of the church. 

My daughter doesn't fear what is happening with the government. She doesn't have anxiety over time, bills or drama on Facebook. 

She has faith. Faith that her earthly father will not steer her wrong. Faith that her earthly father will do whatever he can to provide for her every need, even at times, her every want. 

But she also knows that if he falls short for any reason, her Heavenly Father will provide. 

She knows she has more than one giant in her life able to look out for her and protect her. 

She walks among giants.