I was seated outside eating breakfast the other day. The tables were along a somewhat busy road and there were lots of customers coming and going. There were some cringe moments, some joyful moments, some sweet moments... the full Gambit.
One of the sweet moments was seeing a father with his two little kids picking up breakfast. As they were leaving to cross the street, he did the classic 'everyone holds hands' move. The little girl clearly was still learning this move as she was not fully cooperating.
This incredibly normal moment struck me as so beautiful. It revealed the way God loves me, like that father and daughter. The father wanted to hold her hand and wait for the best time to lead her to cross because He knew the danger. She had no idea danger even existed. That sweet girl had no idea how hurt she could be nor could she get herself where she needed to go without his help.
We can sometimes see the dangers more clearly now given time, maturity, and experience but we still don't see it all. Why then is it still so hard to put my hand in God's and trust him to be my loving father? To let him lead me? To believe he is leading me the best way to my best? Why do I still want to choose my own path? Goodness sometimes I am that same little girl. I need his help and guidance. Oh that I would trust him more to be the loving father that wants to give me and lead me to good things.
