I was reading through an old book of quotes that I used to write in and came across the above statement. It's reassuring to know that even when I am a less than perfect parent, my Heavenly Father is a professional at what he does. The same hands that paint the rising and setting of the sun pat me on the back in encouragement, and draw me close with love. His hands calm mine when they get too busy, and give me the strength to let go of the things that don't belong to me in the first place.
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