Wednesday, March 11, 2009

He Holds My Hand

Last night, I told the boys we were going to climb a mountain this summer, and Jonathan was alarmed. "I'm afraid of heights!" he protested. I showed him all the pictures of the climb from my dad's book, and how there were big paths in flat meadows most of the way, and he said after that he was only a teeny tiny bit scared still, because what if he tripped and fell on a rock. I said I would hold his hand. He was able to sleep in peace.

That's how God is with me. He doesn't take me off the climb, or remove the rocks from my path, but He holds my hand while I walk through life. Thank you, Abba.