Hold My Hand

When you were young you and I held hands a lot, especially when you started walking. I held your hand to keep you steady, and you wanted to hold my hand to give you security. You trusted me and knew I would never let go. As you grew you and I continued to hold hands when walking. If you stumbled I held onto your hand to keep you from falling and hurting yourself. You grabbed really tight onto my hand and waited as I lifted you back up to your feet. I never let go (Psalm 37:24, “Even if he trips, he will not fall headlong, for the Lord holds his hand.”). As you continued to grow sometimes you wanted to go in a different direction and pulled on my hand. If I knew it was the wrong direction I held onto your hand and steered you back in the right direction. I never let go. As you continued to grow sometimes you yanked your hand out of my hand so you could go in the wrong direction. I caught you, took your hand, and steered you back in the right direction. I never let go (Psalm 139:10, “even there your hand would guide me, your right hand would grab hold of me.”). As you continued to grow eventually you stopped holding my hand. I’m not sure when it happened, but one day I looked down at my hand and it was empty. Sometimes you still wanted to go in the wrong direction and I had to figure out a way to help steer you back in the right direction without taking hold of your hand. I never let go. As you become an adult I hold onto to your hand by praying for you. The next time you feel lead to “change directions” maybe it is The Lord answering my prayer and holding your hand.

I never let go …and I never will

(Psalm 73:23, “But I am continually with you; you hold my right hand.”).

Love Ya,
Dad

Isaiah 41:10, “Don’t be afraid, for I am with you! Don’t be frightened, for I am your God!
I strengthen you –
yes, I help you –
yes, I uphold you with my saving right hand!