A Note From
I remember as a child walking down the sidewalk in my neighborhood with my father. He was holding my hand.
I remember it was dark outside and I was afraid. I’m not sure of what, but I wasn’t getting any, “warm fuzzies“.
I remember him smiling down at me, as he must have been able to sense my fear and asking me why I was afraid. I’m sure that I was not able to give him any particular reason, but I do know that holding his hand and staying close to him was all that I needed.
It got me through.
If you are one who finds yourself on a scary little walk in the dark, I want to encourage you to take your father’s hand, which is always outstretched to you. He will never leave you or forsake you and he always holds really tight. He will never let you go, for you are his. Trust him!
Oh yeah, I also arrived home safely that night. Amazing, why was I even afraid? Dad was with me!
"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