The name Ryan means “Little King”. He’s not so little anymore though, as he’s grown a couple inches during this past year. He’s put on some poundage as well. It’s really noticeable when I try moving him around. Picking him up and putting him into his wheelchair used to be a bit easier, but not so much anymore. Either he’s getting heavier or I’m getting weaker. Perhaps it’s both, but most likely it’s the latter.

I remember when…(don’t you always love it when older people say stuff like this?)…I used to be able to hold his head in the palm of my hand with his body on my forearm. Seems like yesterday. He was (to me anyway) a little king.

I know a King who still holds Ryan in the palms of His hands. Someone who will never ever let him go…

John 10:28  ”I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one will snatch them out of my hand.”

How AWESOME is that!?!?