one of those beautiful moments that make the 2hrs of sleep worth it, and the extra skin on my tummy and the mess I just cleaned... Again, these little moments become worth it. Pearls of great value and reflections of our wonderful Heavenly Father.
He was riding down the "big hill" on his bike. Sam shook with fear, he put on the brakes and wouldn't go. Then his little voice
"Mom will you hold my hand"
Dumb, practical me
"You won't be able ride your bike down..." And a few other excuses that made no sense to my frightened boy who desperately needed me.
Sam grabbed my hand and held on tight, real right. His bike was right next to me. I always tell him it's ok to fall and get hurt. You don't have to be afraid of falling, you just have to get back up.
But he wasn't afraid of falling, he just didn't want to be alone. He wanted my presence, my hand, and we went hand in hand the rest of his bike ride. I am his security.
Some day he won't need me to hold his hand. But I'm so glad I got to hold it today.
And I will never grow out of m Heavenly Father. I can always hold his hand through scripture, prayer, and time with my family. He gains great joy from helping us. Do we need his pressence like a child needs their mommy? Is God my security? I beg God to give me a hunger and thrust for righteousness and to let me look only to him.
Thank you for holding my hand Sam. I will never forget our little ride around the block.