I had the wonderful opportunity of babysitting my two grandsons not too long ago. Their mommy told me that when naptime came her youngest would want to hold my hand and then he would fall asleep. So cute!
After much play, naptime eventually came. I put my oldest grandson in his bed and my youngest grandson in his crib. I lay down beside the crib (yes, on the floor) and slipped my hand between the crib bars. This little bundle was in a giggly and silly mood. He was sucking on his pacifier and just plain being silly. My arm began to hurt, so I withdrew it and just stayed on the floor next to him. After a few minutes I could sense him slowing down a bit. His little head popped over the crib railing to see if I was still there. I was. And then he lay down and slipped his little one-year-old hand through the crib bars for me to hold. It was such a sweet and precious moment to see that little hand reaching for mine.
It made me think of my hand and my Heavenly Father’s hand. He is here. He is always with me. At times I may feel the need to peek over the railing, but deep down I know He is here. And He is waiting on me. He waits to hold my hand so tenderly and to keep me safe. He desires to protect and comfort me. He desires to lead me and guide me. He desires to share life with me and His plans for me. I just need to reach out and He will take hold of my hand. In His eyes my hand is sweet and precious. Yours is too. Grab Hold of the Father’s Hand today.
“I cling to you;
your right hand upholds me.”
Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand