Aimee’s Grip

I walked to the end of our driveway and felt an assertive pull from the little hand in mine. We would turn right and keep walking, clearly. The street in front of our house is a private drive, traffic is rare. There are less than five houses until it hits a dead end. At the end of it there is a house that sits on a bit of a cliff. A steep hill rolls off the edge of it from which one can view the mountains in the distance, and the busy roads below. Today, Aimee took me all the way there. She led. I followed. Her hand in mine.

When Aimee holds my hand, it is with such confidence. The grip is so firm that I can direct her whole body from it with little effort. If she begins to topple, I simply pull her up from her hand. The intensity of her grip positions her to be fully held by me, at any moment in time, guided rightly.

Sometimes Aimee wants to explore into new territory, sometimes all by herself, “Bye!”. Other times she turns around for assurance, assistance, holding out her tiny, and chubby hand, for mine. Her trepidation to adventure dissipates entirely as soon as my hand is in hers. Full force ahead.

Aimee’s grip is teaching me a lot about trust. The more firmly I hold the Father’s hand, the simpler it is for Him to take care of me. The more confidence I have in His hand, the further I will surely go.

Trust.

Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on.

Written on August 12th, 2021