Parable 82 - Parables of Steel by Robert Dean Steel

The little girl was running around the campsite playing ball.  She threw the ball up in the air and it would bounce down the hill.  She ran down the hill after it teetering on the edge of disaster like every two year old.  She picked up the ball after it rested by a tree and carried it back up to where the family was sitting.  She gave the ball to her dad who had been watching nearby.  He praised her and then gave her the ball which she threw up in the air again.  It hit the ground and rolled down the hill.  This game continued until the little girl fell down and hurt her knee.  Her father ran down to where she was and picked her up while she was crying.  He brushed her off, hugged her and kissed her forehead.  She sobbed into his shoulder and hugged him tight.  Finally when she felt better she got off his knee and started playing with the ball as if nothing had happened.  Life seems like a ball until we fall and get bruised.  Our heavenly father who is always nearby will be there to pick us up, brush us off, hug and kiss us and make it all better again.