A precious seven year old girl greeted me on her arrival at PowerClub Kids last Wednesday. She promptly showed me her bandaids which covered both of her legs from a bad fall. I bowed low and placed my arm around her. I said, “I am so sorry you were hurt, honey. Let’s pray about it right now.” And we did. Then she gave me a big hug and went on to be with the other children. I wonder if this, in some small way, is how it feels to have a father’s heart?