One of the great thrills of being a parent has been when my little daughter sticks out her tiny hand and says “Hold” with her monosyllabic conversations skills. (It sounds like ‘ol’, though.)
It happens when she wants to step out of the house or negotiate a stairway or an escalator.
That one word is sufficient - for me to understand her need and she knows that I’ll hold her hands no matter what. It’s a statement of simple trust. A trust that seems to be ingrained into her being.
It makes me wonder: does God feel the same way? Does He feel delighted when we hold out our hands to him and say, “Father, hold my hands, please?”
Picture credit: thesimplicityelegance.blogspot.com
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