Lessons From My Son: Holding Hands

“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.” Psalms‬ ‭37:23-24‬ ‭NLT‬‬

In my MUMs Bible study a few weeks back, I meditated on these verses. Immediately, the words the LORD holds them by the hand stuck out to me. 


Lately, I’ve really clung to the truth that my relationship with God is intimate. He holds my hand, He is my shelter, He comforts me, He will help me. All of those truths have been very calming and encouraging to me as I wade through the new and challenging parenting season that is toddlerhood. 

I meditated on those verses again a few days later, and a different image popped into my head. An image of Brooks pouting at an intersection (usually more like flailing and screaming, but I don’t want to embarrass him on the internet)  because he didn’t want to hold my hand. 

And I thought, how often do I try to avoid holding God’s hand?
This life is so hard, and God offers to guide me and help me when I’m facing the busy traffic of life. He promises that He will. So why do I, like Brooks, throw a tantrum right in the line of imminent danger (traffic), instead of holding His hand?

Perhaps I, like Brooks, think I know better? Or I think that I have a fuller picture of what I’m going through than an all-knowing God? Or that God doesn’t tell the truth? Or that He isn’t as good as He says He is?

For me, I think it’s mainly retraining myself to stop trying to do things out of myself. It never works doing life on my own because I am limited. Because I am not Jesus, my patience, attention, and energy level is limited. But God promises that He will help me through this life. And He promises to equip me for what He is called me to. He says He will equip me to parent Brooks because He has called me to be his mother.

Our God longs to direct my path, to help me, keep me out of the dangers of oncoming traffic. He longs to do the same for you. 

He gave us free will and therefore, we have the choice to let Him hold our hand and guide us. I want to choose to let our God of love hold my hand and guide me because I trust that He tells the truth.

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Contemplating My Humanity

Up until the last few years, I never celebrated Ash Wednesday or thought much about it. This year, I am doing the She Reads Truth lent study and this devotional from Tuesday got me thinking.  Particularly about my humanity.

Being human is hard. It’s messy. We have a desire for peace, security, and love but the world around us just doesn’t meet that desire. Our world is broken.

I am broken. I have physical limits. I cannot go without food, water, sleep, conversation, etc. for very long. I begin to feel the effects of my humanity. When exhaustion hits, I just cannot deal with a toddler tantrum. Even the marketing crew at Snickers knows, you’re not you when you’re hungry.

Beyond that, I have a bent towards pride, anger, selfishness, fear, and anxiety. Like I said, being human is messy. I long to be humble, slow to anger, selfless, courageous, and content. I see my brokenness and I want to be healed. 

Ash Wednesday is only the beginning of Lent. At the end of the Lenten season, we have Easter! The celebration of God who, to the praise of the glory of His grace, made a way to overcome our limitations, made a way to perfect us. 

We get to celebrate and dance and praise the Resurrection of Jesus Christ. When Jesus overcame death and humanity, He overcame death and humanity for all those who believe.

We get to celebrate and dance and praise the in-dwelling of the Holy Spirit. Every believer has the Holy Spirit refining and perfecting them from the inside out. 

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