A toddler’s hand, small and supple in the hand of a father
A frail and spotted one held firmly but tenderly as feet move intentional, yet uncertain towards someplace.
The one leading speaking softly, with intention
Stay with me, just hold my hand.
Don’t let go.
Because maybe abiding is not so much perfection or unwavering trust.
Maybe abiding in Christ is just staying near, remembering what happens when hearts and feet wander.
Maybe steadfast trust doesn’t look all bright, shiny and triumphant.
Ironically, more of a resemblance to resignation.
Because surrender is not always defeat.
It’s acceptance with full hearts, hands, feet and mind at rest.
It’s moving forward with deliberate and thoughtful feet, despite the cold, hard questioning days.
Determined, not despondent.
Just staying near. Staying is sufficient.
Sufficient, like grace.
Feet may falter, hearts may fumble.
Frailty might give way to fear.
Just stay near.
I think of how much you have helped me;
I sing for joy in the shadow of your protecting wings.
I follow close behind You;
Your strong right hand holds me securely.
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