One of my earliest memories is walking down a gravel road in front of the small house we lived in. I was about four. My father was holding my hand on this walk. I had to reach up to take hold of his strong hand. I felt safe, secure and that everything was right. Each time I have this memory I think of the following verse:
“For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.” (Isaiah 41:13)
“God’s hand never slips.”
(Billy Graham)
Keith Madison
SCORE International
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