I have this forever image in my memory: I’m a four year old walking with my father down our narrow, gravel road. I would hold his hand, then dart away getting into mischief in the ditch or trying to run ahead or lag behind. My father would simply reach out his strong hand and say, “come on son, stay with me.” I felt safe and secure holding his hand. And it was always good that he wanted me near him.
So it is with our Heavenly Father.
“If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.”
(Psalms 139:9-10)
Keith Madison
SCORE International
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