THE OTHER day my wife and I were facetiming our eldest granddaughter and our one-year-old great granddaughter who has just started to walk.
Part way through our conversation the little one hurried to the front door and we wondered why. Then all was revealed when we realised her daddy had arrived home from work and with her arms outstretched to him she was lifted up for a cuddle and lots of kisses.
Although I was only five years old when my father died, I remember the times when I would sit on the seat that was fixed to the crossbar of his bike and we would visit my grandma and spend time on the allotment near by.
One day we were knocked off the bike by a speeding cyclist and I remember my dad picking me up and comforting me and checking that I was all right before he had choice words with the other man.
Over the past months it has been difficult to meet, cuddle and comfort our loved ones, as we would have liked.
So often in the Bible we read about the comfort and love that can be found in God, simply by lifting up a prayer to Him in the name of Jesus Christ, His Son.
Whilst we cannot feel the physical arms around us, we can experience a sense of peace as we sit quietly thinking, as we speak to God.
Something to Think About is supplied by Churches Together in Evesham and DistrictÂ
