Dear Jesus, Hold My Hand
The other day my little boy insisted on walking down a sidewalk on a hillside all by himself. He refused to let me hold his hand even though he kept falling.
We started getting behind the rest of the group, but for awhile I just let him walk on his own. I was thinking of how much easier it would have been for him if he had let me hold his hand and hadn't insisted on that he was big enough to do it himself.
As I watched him, I thought of how I often actually do the same thing.
I want to prove I can do it myself. I am “big” enough” already. I don't need anyone else.
But I keep stumbling and falling... And God is waiting patiently for me to just reach out my hand and ask for His help. He knows it would be much easier, but He won’t force me to hold His hand.
As mamas, we keep learning things about ourselves by watching our children, not?
We forget so easily that we can't do it ourselves. We need God's help for even the simple things we want to be able to do on our own.
I have been trying to remember to start reaching out, even before I start stumbling.
He loves to take our hand and walk with us. We don't think less of our children for doing so, and neither does He think less of us.
So if you are struggling today (and even if you are not), reach out for His help. I can assure you that He will be right there for you.