Hand In Hand

The elevator doors opened as I walked toward them. Out from behind the doors bound a little toddler, probably just about two years old. Right behind him was his mother. She did not have hold of him, although she kept close, her hand extended for him to grab at a moment’s notice. She was speaking to him gently to come along with her, all the while allowing him to explore what was around him. At first he was distracted by the wide open space he found himself in once he crossed the elevator threshold, then the shiny golden trash can caught his eye. He rubbed the smooth sides with his hands, and as his eyes drifted to the top of the trash can, he then noticed the two square elevator buttons.

Mommy spoke again, “Come on. This way…” and he turned to look at her, but the buttons were too enticing to follow along right that second. He reached as tall as he could to push them, and as his little fingers touched them, the buttons illuminated, catching his eyes by surprise. He stepped back from them for a moment to take them in. He then remembered in his mouth was his sucker he had forgotten, so he turned from his mommy, with his back to her, to enjoy his sucker for a moment. He pulled it from his cheek inspected it, and slipped it back inside his mouth, as he heard Mommy’s voice once again, “Come with me,” she beckoned as she reached her hand toward him, all the while stepping toward the outside doors. “Let’s go this way,” she coaxed as she moved a few more steps away from the little explorer. As he noticed the distance between himself and Mommy growing, he let go of his sucker and ran to grab her hand. They disappeared from my sight just that way, walking hand in hand.

As I observed those things take place in only a matter of a few seconds, it reminded me of my relationship with God. He is right there with me no matter where I go, but sometimes, I find myself in wide open spaces, with many things that grab my attention. Some of those things are very intriguing and puzzling to me and take my mind from the Voice that is beckoning me, “Come on. Let’s go this way.”

Deep in my heart I know when I hear that voice, I should follow immediately, but more often than not, I linger a little longer at something else that has caught my eye. Being the loving Father that He is, His hand is always extended, as He allows me the freedom to explore, but within that exploration I also have a special freedom that means a great deal to Him. The freedom to choose to take His hand.

He has things to do, work to accomplish, and will continue on His path to accomplish it, with or without me. However, His hand is always extended my direction, so that in the moment I take my eyes off the elevator buttons, and heed his voice, I can come running to take His hand and walk with Him to where He is going.

Walking hand in hand.

…..He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. When he has brought out all his own, he goes on ahead of them, and his sheep follow him because they know his voice. John 10: 3 – 4

My sheep listen to my voice; I know them and they follow me. John 10:27




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