Hold my Hand

Every time we walk into a parking lot, my youngest son says, "Hold my hand mama!" I know a big part of that comes from me doing so since he started walking. Another part is simply reality. He's a little guy who's too small to be waltzing into the streets alone.  But the last part of it requires a bit of choice.

See, he wants me to hold his hand because he has come to expect it. Since he expects it, it's become comfortable to him. Within that comfort is the full faith that I'll keep him safe in the parking lot, every....single...time.

There are times in life where we will embark upon new territory. We will walk in to these vast and overwhelming experiences. When this happens, we will need God to hold our hands. We are too small to conquer whats ahead, no matter how hard we try. We know that we need His help. But that is where it's up to us.

It's time for us to get comfortable with God holding our hands. It's time to trust him to help us make our way through the parking lots of life. But first, we have to reach out and ask Him. Then, we must be okay with His direction, expecting that He'll lead us, according to His will. Finally, we have to believe that He will keep us safe and secure... all...along...the way. The next time something big is in front of you, reach out and touch the Master's hand. Then, watch how peacefully you make it through.  Be Blessed XOXO