Wrapped in His Arms
Most children look to their daddies to be their helpers: to fix everything for them when they're too little to do it themselves. "My toy is broken, daddy. Can you fix it for me?" a child says with pleading eyes. My story is a little different. I had a broken heart that couldn't be easily fixed with tape or new batteries. I would have given anything for a dad who wanted to spend time with me when I was little. I used to be so sad when a movie would show a little girl climbing up in her daddy's lap because that was something I never experienced. I never felt safe around my daddy growing up. He was tall and had a booming voice that made me jump when he entered the room. I couldn't just go up to him and say, "Daddy, I need a hug," because he was often too busy doing his own thing. After a while, I just quit waiting for him to play with me because the sting of rejection was too much for my little heart to take. When I came to Gateway Believers Fell