by Edie Melson @EdieMelson
Keep me as the apple of the eye; Hide me in the shadow of Thy wings, Psalm 17:8 (NASB)
I grew up hearing my parents and grandparents use the expression apple of my eye. I was often told I was the apple of my daddy’s eye. There was even a polished, wooden apple, with a small picture of me in it, sitting on my daddy’s desk. It was a constant reminder that I was precious and important to my daddy.
