My 4 year-old granddaughter and I walked hand-in-hand to my car. She was coming from a full morning of Phillies Phun in her pre-K, and was dressed head to toe in pink and red, her second-favorite colors (“because green is #1”). She was especially excited to be allowed to wear her mom’s Phillies cap.
As we walked, it slipped over her eyes.
“Ha, I can’t see, Yaya!” she observed, amused, unworried. Because she was holding my hand — and I could see — she was safe. And she knew it.
The feel of her little hand in my big one, and her undiminished trust when her vision was suddenly limited, brought home to me the beauty of childlike faith. How often have I been like Violet, navigating the steps and parking lot of Life, with no clear view of anything, not entirely sure where to put my feet or what the landscape up ahead looks like. BUT the knowledge that God could see, that He was holding on to me, and that He was trustworthy helped. It gave me Truth to hang onto.
I keep learning this lesson. I long to have unbroken childlike confidence in God, to keep my hand in His no matter what, and to keep hanging on however long.
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God…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: 10, 13
I’m thankful to have little people in my life who, whether they know it or not, show me the comfort of a God who loves me and will not drop me.
