Sometimes I forget that I am a little child. Knowing only in part. Drinking the milk of the Word. Seeing dimly.
I teeter on unsteady steps, largely oblivious to the potential dangers around me. Like a baby reaching for the next shiny thing to clutch in my chubby fists. Never thinking of the fall until I’ve become completely unbalanced.
Selfish momentum takes over and I fall backwards in a surely painful tumble. Sharp reminder of the price of arrogance n my own infantile abilities.
Steadfast your hands are there. Not pain but loving embrace I find. A warm presence that is the ever-present help in time of need.
My foolish over-confidence in self dissolves into total trust as I am caught by the Father’s Hands.
“God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble.” ~ Psalm 46:1