God Will Never Let Go of Your Hand
Posted by: Kathy from Afternoons | Thursday, January 16th, 2025 (12:00am)
The Lord directs the steps of the godly. He delights in every detail of their lives. Though they stumble, they will never fall, for the Lord holds them by the hand. — Psalm 37:23-24 That picture reminds me of my Heavenly Father and His perfect love for me. Many years ago, He offered His hand, which I accepted, and He has faithfully walked with me through life. He grasped my hand out of pure love that a daddy feels for his little girl. I clutched His in reciprocation. As life went on, there were many times that I loosened my grip, thinking foolishly that I could handle the path, that I could navigate the “beach” of life on my own. But God never let go. Like my earthly dad, God not only intends to show me His loving affection through the act of holding my hand, He also demonstrates His divine protection. With each step, He guides me. When I walk beside Him and let Him lead, He helps me to identify life’s obstacles in front of me, like those little pebbles that cause discomfort to my bare feet, those sharp shells that can cause scrapes and minor cuts, and especially those daunting rocks that I have no idea how to get around. When He is holding my hand, and I am trustfully holding onto His, I can navigate the most extreme boulders. The beach of life is not always smooth, but what a comfort to know that taking the hand of the Father is always an option for us. Every single day offers unpredictable terrain; some smooth, some bumpy and jagged, and some seemingly impossible. None of it is difficult for God to navigate. He knows your path. Hold on to the hand of the Almighty. Take hold of it again if you’ve let go, or take hold of it for the first time if you are just now realizing that He is holding that hand out FOR YOU. Want to read more posts like this? Subscribe to the Good News blog to receive a weekly dose of encouragement from our team.
I have a photograph of me and my dad walking along a rocky beach in Connecticut on an overcast day. We are wearing what looks like matching tracksuits, we’re barefoot and we’re kicking up shells with our toes. I was about six years old at the time, and I’m holding my dad’s hand; or maybe he’s holding mine…well, we are holding hands and it is really sweet. It is one of my most cherished pictures, not because of the amazing photography or the beautiful setting. Like I said, it was kind of a gloomy day, and from what I remember it was cold, not at all my ideal beach day. But what really stuck with me about that day is the closeness I felt to my dad. The joy of him being my daddy and me being his little girl, of me holding his hand and of him holding mine. I loved holding his hand. It meant he loved me. He felt affection for me. And me holding his hand was my way of loving and trusting him too. Looking back at that picture and reliving that moment, I realize He was not only reciprocating my love, he was holding me up to keep me from the dangers of the rocky ground. With each step, as we kicked up those little rocks and shells, he helped me to see what the sand beheld so that I wouldn’t hurt myself. His form of affection was also his means of protection.
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