I’m with Him.

“Mommy, I would hold your hand.” These were the words of my three-year-old as we drove home the other day.  We live on post and were passing the cemetery. The men were digging a big hole close to the road. Periodically they have graveside services, but this was not a grave. This was much bigger. They must have been working on a water line or something.

Anyway, my son was amazed at how big the hole was and became concerned for the men standing around it. He pointed out that they should be very careful because they could fall right in! How right he was. We talked a little bit more as we drove, coming to the conclusion that the workers really need to watch where they are going otherwise they might get hurt – a scary thought to a three-year-old.

As we got closer to home, I heard those sweet words from the backseat. He would hold my hand, because mommy would keep him safe even if he was paying no attention whatsoever (which is usually the case). I should do the same.

Many times in my life I have been be-bopping through my happy little life, paying little to no attention to what lay ahead. I have also had those times where things around me seemed so dark that even if I tried to see, I still could not. What am I to do? Exactly the same thing as my three-year-old, I need to hold my Father’s hand. He knows where all the holes are and has already saved me from more than one of them.

Psalm 30:3 says, “O Lord, you brought me up from the grave; you spared me from going down into the pit.” God has saved me numerous times from falling into the hole – the most amazing being my salvation from death. He has spared me much, sometimes not because I hold His hand but because He holds mine.

As smart as my son is, we have had times where he does not want to hold my hand. Regardless of his desire, he gets to hold my hand anyway – no preschooler needs to run around the parking lot by himself. I am for sure God does the same with me. He has spared me from going down into the pit by holding on tight to me even when I think I want to let go.

In the very next Psalm, David releases control and just rests in God’s hands. Psalm 31:4-5 says, “Free me from the trap that is set for me, for you are my refuge. Into your hands I commit my spirit; redeem me, O Lord, the God of truth.” This is where He wants us to be – committing our spirit, our very being, into His hands.  He is definitely our refuge, but also our guide. He knows where the holes are. I’m with Him.

Comments

  1. Linda Johnson says:

    Kori,
    This is so beautifully written that I am alost over
    whelmed. I hope many will read this and take it to heart because it is so true! I am so proud that God has blessed you with such a sweet hearted little boy but I also know who his momma is!
    I love you and you inspire me and I know that you do others as well!
    I am glad that God gave you the courage to write this blog because it is going to bless many lives!
    Love you!
    Linda

    • Linda – Thank you so much for the encouragement. I had many who taught me and guided me along the way, you being one of them. How thankful I am that God has allowed me to cross paths with so many godly people. Thank you for the part you have played in my life, and I am sure countless others. May God continue to bless your adventure.

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