by Cheryl Bailes, Jan. 10, 2011
I had Christ at Heart’s Door, a large oil painting on my wall as a young girl. I did not know the name of the painting, nor the verse in the Bible that it represented. I thought my father had had it painted in the Orient, when he was overseas in the Navy. My father was gone for months at a time. I was so lonely. When I looked at this painting it comforted me — a loving Father was there. I would often squint and look real hard and I could “see” the hand knocking. It gave me great peace and security.
