The Father's Love.

I went to see a movie on the beach last night.

As I was waiting for the movie to begin, I was people watching because watching people is interesting. I noticed a father with his young daughter. Daughter must have just finished swimming because dad was dressing her in cozy, warm clothes to prepare for the brisk night on the beach. Dad put the final layer on, a baby blue jacket, probably size 2T, and gave daughter a tight hug. Then he opened up a blanket and draped it over her shoulders just to be sure she was warm enough. Another snuggle hug.

I turned away for a second and when I looked back daughter was having a tantrum. Fierce crying. Flailing arms. Dad was putting up his arms as if to say, "Am I missing something here?" I think she was struggling to open a package of food. Most 2-year-olds have a short fuse when it comes to waiting for rations. Dad helped daughter open the package, and the tantrum stopped immediately. He gave her the food, and looking at her, shook his head smiling as if to say, "Now was that necessary?" Dad gave daughter one last hug before the movie started.

I saw my heavenly Father's love on the beach last night. I was reminded that He provides for me, and enjoys taking care of me. More importantly He loves me...even when I throw tantrums. I wonder how many times He has shaken His head at me and said, "Now was that necessary?"