Hold His Hand

As Mr. Bill and I walked last fall on UGA North Campus, a lady stopped us and commented how nice it was to see us holding hands. It seems quite contrary to our nature to be led but David wrote, “… I am continually with You; You hold my right hand. You guide me with Your counsel …” (Psalm 73:23-24).  As a child, I distinctly remember Mama would grab my hand to cross the busy city street.  Oh, the dangers that lurk in life, and oh if we would only purposefully extend a hand to The Father.  He’s ever-present with those who love Him; we do not walk alone.  Hold His hand.