Last night we went for a walk in the woods behind our house. We had never gone down there in the dark before. Recently we cut a path through the brush so we could get through to the creek which cuts across the far corner of our property. Nathan was a little leery of making the trek but felt much safer with his hand gripped firmly in mine. It reminded me of a "post" I made almost a year ago about the time that Matthew and I went for a walk 5 years ago.
Here's that "post" entitled, "Holding God's Hand".
Several years ago my son, who was 5 at the time, begged me to take him on a hike through a densely treed forest. An old trail was vaguely visible through the tangled mesh of vines and rotting branches. Several times we stumbled as we trekked through the bush. Matthew asked me what we'd do if we got lost. I reassured him that I knew the way back and we'd be alright. We crossed an old man-made suspension bridge with a few rotting boards that we had to step around. Matthew was enjoying his "adventure" and when I asked if he was scared he quickly responded with a definite "no". When questioned if he'd like to make the trip back to the car by himself he quickly said "no" and told me he'd be afraid if he was alone. He said that having his hand in mine made him brave and afraid of nothing. You get the point! Take God's hand as you venture into the unknown. He knows what lies ahead. Let Him take you through to a "wider place". There's no fear when He's leading the way.
"For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, do not fear; I will help you." Isaiah 41:13