Walking through a parking lot with four young children invites countless opportunity for irreversible mishaps.
I only have two hands. And so, I balance the diaper bag, my purse, and Leesy on one arm. And then with my other hand, I hold Zaiah’s hand – who holds Eli’s hand – who holds Abby’s hand. It’s an excursion rather avoided.
During one of our outings, I let go of Zaiah’s hand to adjust my purse. But Zaiah was clearly displeased.
“Mama,” he squealed, “Don’t let go. I might run away!”
He was acutely aware of his own temptation. He needed me to hold him tight.
And I need God to hold me tight.
Especially in those numerous moments of temptation.
And failure.
But I often fail to lean on Him. And I stumble. My concerns slowly penetrate my hearts peace. And soon, those concerns magnify and occupy my heart. And that crippling anxiety threatens to overcome me.
But as that fear creeps into my heart, my desperation leaves me acutely aware of God’s loving embrace.
Even in my failure, God is holding me tight.
And I am confident in Him. I will never return to where I once resided in complete defeat.
His power resides in me.
And He will finish the work He has begun.
…being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.
Philippians 1:6
I love this story and how it depicts our relationship with God. I also want God to hold me tight so I don’t run away. : )
Children and grandchildren teach us such wonderful truths. Thanks for sharing this one and brightening my day.
I love this. So inspiring and so true. swinging through with the blog hop. Check me out @ http://www.feelingtheemptynest.com when you have time. Thanks:)
Oh, how I relate with all these joys of motherhood!! What a precious time of life. I usually had to run after my two boys when they needed a hiding and if I could not catch them, their dad had to do the honors when he came from work! Loved this, thank you. Over via Charlotte’s.
Blessings
Mia