I had just gone through a series of medical tests. Fearful of the results, I went swimming at the local YMCA to pass the time. There I noticed a father carrying his son over to the deep end. Still holding his child, he plunged into the deep water. A few seconds later they surfaced--the son laughing and brushing water from his eyes, the father guiding him safely to the pool's edge. This picture of a father and child spoke powerfully to me. I realized that just like that boy, we are protected by our heavenly Father--and we can be confident when we're in his arms.