Longing for Strong Arms

 . We are standing out in the shallow surf, my dad and I, at the point where the waves break and meet the beach. It is a blessed summer, and we are on family vacation at Holden Beach, North Carolina.  I am six years old, and this is the time of year I get to have my dad’s undivided attention.  He is not working or managing life at home; he is resting and playing with me and my sister. I am tossing my head back as he throws me into… Continue reading Longing for Strong Arms