She cradled the evidence, the newborn, protectively, nervously, in her arms. She had come to this gathering to honor her dad.
Her father ignored their stares. Her father ignored their whispers. And right in front of everyone, he strode toward his daughter. He welcomed her, his face beaming. Then he snatched up the evidence, and cradling the newborn in his large, worn hands, he moved from person to person saying, "I'd like for you to meet my new grandson."
Nothing else matters to her regarding that day. All the stares and whispers are but a faded memory. She understood that she was loved. She knew that her child was cherished.
And it was her father who helped her take her first step toward healing, her first step toward her heavenly father--her first step toward redemption.
Luke 1:17 ". . . He will turn the hearts of the fathers to their children . . . " (NLT)