When my boys were very little, they loved taking walks and holding my hand. We would walk down a path chatting away about our days. As they got older, they would still hold my hand as we walked, but there would be brief moments when they would run ahead with me chasing after them. Today my two oldest hold my hand less frequently with rare moments that they grab hold of my hand. My youngest and I still hold hands as we walk together. Today all three of them are secure in knowing that I am walking with them and my hand is always there for them to hold onto.
I was thinking today of how similar this is to walking with my heavenly Father. I cherish those times when I walk along the path holding His hand. I still have those moments where I let go and run ahead and He chases me to bring me back to the path. I too am secure in knowing He walks with me and His hand is always there for me to hold.
Those walks with my sons are an example to me and to them of a loving Father who longs to hold hands with His children. Today I so look forward to those moments that begin with, “Hold my hand Mommy!” I know He does too.