I'm sitting here in Campus House, and I watched as one of the men who work here brought his daughter in for something or another. He brought her in through the door with her little puffy coat on and her hood up, and walked her over to the stairs. She had her little cup in her hand as they began walking up the stairs, one at a time, cup in one hand, dad's hand in the other. For ease, she handed her cup to her father, who took it immediately as if expecting it.
This all created some kind of big metaphor in my head. Or simile. Whatever.
See I remember doing things like this with my father, too. I remember feeling that as long as I had his hand in mine, there was no way I could fall. I walked up the stairs with confidence.
Then I started relating this to God. God holds my hand through anything, as long as I ask. So why can't I feel that same confidence I felt with my earthly father? Surely my Heavenly Father has much more strength, much more ability to catch me when I fall. All he asks for is my faith. And, when I need to get rid of some of the things I'm holding on to, he will be expecting them and ready to take them.
"Jesus immediately reached out his hand and took hold of him, saying, 'Oh you of little faith, why do you doubt me?'"
This verse from Matthew 14:31 is a great example. Why do I ever doubt Him? He will always be there to catch me when I fall, and will never fail me when I need him to take what I'm holding on to.
Emily, since I know you're reading this, remember that your dad was an amazing man, and that he and God are both watching out for you, ready to catch you now when you fall at any moment. Love you, girl. :)
