I was looking out at the beautiful Arabian Sea literally 100 meters from where we are a majority of the day. And along the shore there walked a man and his little daughter. The man kept trying to hold his daughter’s hand, but she refused to take it and walked a little ways away. The father walked after her and when he got close, he offered her his hand again, and again the little girl refused to take it, and ran ahead. The father stood and watched his daughter run ahead for a little while and then he followed after her and again tried to persuade his daughter to take his hand, but she refused. I didn’t see how this whole episode ended, but I had to put a great analogy to it right? I mean what a perfect picture. Here I am the daughter of the most Amazing Father ever, our Heavenly Father and how many times has He offered His hand to me, but I wanted my freedom, or I thought I was capable of taking on whatever the unknown had to hold on my own. So I refused His hand and ran on ahead. I’m sure if the little girl on the beach was confronted by something that frightened her she would’ve run back and clung onto the hand of her father and begged him to protect her and never let her go. Thats how I feel sometimes I’ve acted. I’m fine, until I’m confronted with something big and frightening, and then I run back to my Father and grab hold of Him, and beg, and plead with Him to protect me and never let me go. Because He his our perfect Father I know He will never let me go. It is I that let go. Something He’s teaching me is that He never wants me to let go. Every moment of every day counts, and He wants such a close intimate walk with me every second of every day that it can’t help but show. He doesn’t want me to walk just ahead of Him and then run back to him when I’m scared. No, He wants to hold my hand through the good times and the bad. To be a part of every experience of my life. And it’s incredible!
