Absolutely love this picture from April at listening after dark. This is a picture of her being thrown into the air by her dad. So often when we think of God as a parental figure (almost always father, but sometimes mother) we have an image of a child wrapped up in God’s arms. Or maybe God is carrying us on God’s shoulders (e.g. Footprints). Do we think about God playing with us? God engaging in joyful, relaxed, life-giving fun with us? When we trust God, and allow God to throw us around, throw us up into the air…I think that’s a beautiful thing.
