Our Father’s Love
Seated in the back of our church right outside our newborn nursery door I heard the cries of a baby. It wasn’t a loud cry but continued for some time. I noticed a dad peeking through the half door window and asked, “Is that your little one?” He said, “No but I just dropped mine off for her first time.” He stood at the door motionless, eyes glued to his beloved daughter. Another dad approached, peeking in the window. You…