I the Lord have called thee…and will hold thine hand…Isaiah 42:6 (KJV)
God has called me, called you. He invites us to come to Him. He wants us to become His children.
But He takes a step further.
He doesn’t just call us. Doesn’t invite us to come, then leave us to flounder through life on our own. Doesn’t welcome us into the family, then walk away when we mess up.
He holds our hand.
Through the temptations, the failures, the achievements, the job, the job loss, the interactions with family and friends and strangers, the hobbies, the roller-coaster of emotions, the trips, the baptisms, the births and birthdays and graduations and weddings and anniversaries, the sicknesses, the walk through the valley of death…
Through the mundane/everyday and the exciting/unusual and the scary/unpredicted and the calm/peaceful and the wild/overwhelming…
Through every part of our lives, every single second of our days (and nights)…
He’s right there. Holding our hand. Staying beside us.
I feel like some of my friends and I hold hands a lot.
Nervous? Hold hands.
Excited? Hold hands.
Sad? Hold hands.
Bored? Hold hands (and swing them back and forth, and play around with them, and massage them, and tickle them…).
It’s just something we do. And there’s something, I don’t know, comforting/satisfying/relaxing about it.
I think that’s the way it should be with God. We’re nervous, He holds our hand, and we relax. We’re excited, He holds our hand, and we delight in knowing that He shares that excitement with us. We’re sad, He holds our hand, and we’re comforted by the fact that He’s there with us sharing our pain. We’re bored, He holds our hand, and we’re somehow satisfied.
He holds our hands.