Ripple in the Meadow

The child runs through the meadow, hands brushing the tops of wildflowers. Yellow. Blue. Purple. The sun glistens on the blades of grass she passes through, hair flying.

She pauses as something moves on the far side of the meadow. A figure emerges.

“Father?” she whispers. 

Then, joyously, “Father!”

She races toward the tall figure wearing white.

As she reaches Him, He catches her and raises her up, up, up so high in the air she is looking down on his smiling face. She laughs and giggles as He swings her around.

Another figure appears beside them, almost as tall as Father, smile just as big as Father’s. Father tosses her to the other Man and she squeals in excitement as He catches her and swings her around again. 

The Wind blows across her cheeks and tosses her hair playfully. 

The Man lowers her to the ground and He and Father each take one of her hands. They start walking across the meadow, back toward where she came from. 

The child grins up at both of them, then raises her feet off the ground. They easily take her weight and swing her back and forth. She touches her feet down and then lifts them again. 

As she lifts them, a ripple flows across the ground, lifting the earth like a wave. 

But with her feet up, she doesn’t feel a thing. The two tall figures bear the weight and maintain the balance needed.

“What was that?” she asks, puzzled. “Something is gonna happen, right? Was that like an earthquake?”

Father smiles down at her. “You do not need to be concerned. Yes, things are happening. But when you are in Our hands, you are safe. Nothing will unbalance you. Trust Us.”

She nodded and swung her feet up again, giggling.

She knew she would be okay as long as she kept hold of Their hands.