I'm writing this down before it slips through my grasp again. It's something I've been thinking about for the past few days, an image I can't get out of my head. So it probably needs a place to grab a bit of air.
I was listening to a pastor over the weekend (I wish I could remember who) and he was making the distinction between God asking me to put my hand in His versus Him saying I'm holding your hand. I never really thought about the difference between the two, but it's comforting to know that when I'm too weary or defeated to stretch out my hand, I don't have to. Because His hand is right there, guiding me through the valley. And He won't let go.
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