Tracing It Back

One of the most precious things happened after work today. I was sitting in the mall, outside the store where I work, surrounded by the normal hussel and bussel of any week day, I suppose. It isn’t extremely important to mention how exhausted from my shift I was, but I believe it signifies what I saw with much more importance.

As I said, I was sitting, just taking in the time to finally be off my feet. At one moment, I glanced up and saw a young girl with her father. They were holding hands and she took not a single step forward without looking up at her father.

You might see where I am going with this… well, you’re right.

A huge smile went across my face because although I couldn’t hear their conversation, the simplicity of their body language is what showed the true joy they were having.

What I take away from this is that holding each of our hands, God will walk us through all of life’s praises, struggles, you name it. Have you heard of the famous saying or poem, “Footprints In the Sand?” -if you have not, I recommend it. Following that, this interaction between the father and child that I saw today brought the Footprint’s message alive to me.

Our eyes may slip off our Father, but He always holds us. ( hence there being only one set of footprints when He carries us).

Thankfully when we mess up, He remains.

Thankfully when we turn our backs on Him, He remains.

Thankfully when we fear, He remains.

Thankfully when we forget, He remains.

Thankfully when we don’t trust, He remains.

Thankfully when we grow angry, He remains.

Thankfully when we don’t pray, He remains.

Thankfully when we don’t serve, He remains.

Thankfully when we don’t love, He remains.

One thing, always remains.

Better yet, as the little girl held her father’s hand and continuously looked up at him, together they hopped and skipped. This father was not ashamed that he was in public, nor was he telling his little one to behave. But, he joined in on the joy that she was bringing.

It was like those old games I would always play when in the mall or any place with tile floors, where you could only step on the blues tiles and had to jump over the rest. Or, you had to tip toe on all the tiles so that you never stepped on a single crack. Old memories…good times.

Well, the father and daughter playing these games of course brought me to a deeper level of thinking.

While we associate praying to much of our stumbling lives, because we want God to “take away all of our problems,” God is also here to hold our hands through the praises. In fact, He wants to hold us through it all.

I thought of how incredible it was to see such carefree people enjoying the time spent in love and trust with each other.

How I desire to hold hands and skip…anywhere and everywhere with my Father.