Holding Hand
"If you make the Most High your dwelling — even the Lord, who is my refuge
— then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent. For he
will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they
will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a
stone." (Ps 91:9-12 NIV)Dear Editor,
My sons and I decided to go walking around the lake near our home the other day.
It is such a glorious place to spend an afternoon in the Springtime when the
leaves are coming out on the trees and the flowers are coming up through the
ground. It has a well worn gravel path that circles the entire lake. You can
walk at your own pace and delight in all the natural beauty that surrounds you.
It is the perfect place to get back in touch with God and to fill your soul with
joy.
The only problem is that with the path being so near the water, erosion
sometimes causes holes to develop along the walkway. It was while we were
walking along it the other day that one of these holes caught my oldest boy
unawares. He stumbled and almost fell but thankfully was able to reach out and
take my hand. I steadied him and we walked on for awhile holding hands and
feeling connected in our love for each other.
I think that sometimes the troubles we face in our journey through life are a
lot like those holes in the ground. They are always there causing us to stumble
and sometimes even to fall. It is good to know, however, that we can always
reach out and take the hand of our Heavenly Father. He is always there by our
side waiting to pick us up and steady us. He is always ready for us to take His
hand and walk on with Him connected in love forever.
The next time you stumble and fall on your journey through life then reach out
and take God’s loving hand. And after you take it never let it go again. Walk on
with God forever, choosing love and sharing joy with each step you take. Always
remember too that with God’s loving hand steadying your walk you can use your
other hand to reach out and help up those who have fallen as well. The journey
through life, after all, is always better when you are holding the hands of
those you love.
Joseph J. Mazzella
Joe Mazzella is a writer and mental Health worker who lives in the mountains of West Virginia with his 3 children, 6 dogs, and 4 cats. He appreciates hearing from his readers: joecool@wirefire.com