 | My Father's Grip Laura Bruno, Los Angeles, CA - Friday, June 06, 2003
 One memory of my father is close to my heart more than others. When I was about four or five years old we would take trips to the beach. I couldn't swim in the ocean by myself yet, so once in the water, Dad would stick out two fingers for me to grab. No matter how big the waves would hit, somehow I was able to hang on. I equate that time now to my Christian walk. No matter how big those waves of life hit, if I continue to grab on to God, he will be there. It's amazing how the small things can mean much more than bigger things | |