3 comments | published by Linda | August 26, 2010
After our towels were folded, our beach toys put back in the bucket, we slipped on our sandals. With arms filled, we headed on our way. Listening for their sounds behind me, I was keeping track that no one was falling behind. The trail of children behind me seemed to stretch out across the beach. The wind was blowing unusually strong, and the crowds had grown. As we weaved our way through the different groupings of people, my feet began to burn. I could hear the kids struggling to hold onto all that they had gathered, and an occasional shovel or or sunscreen bottle was dropped. 

Glancing back, I noticed my youngest was falling way behind. Being so far back, she had given up. There she stood, having dropped her doll and her bucket, she figured she was done. She had no hope. 

Walking back to her, I picked up her toys, put them back under her arm, and took ahold of her hand. She looked up at me and smiled. She had been rescued.

As we continued on our way, the wind was still blowing, the sand was still hot. The people and their towels were not easy to work our way around, and the sun was burning my skin. Her surroundings had not changed, her journey was the same, and yet, it wasn't. She had my hand. I had offered myself, and she knew I would lead her out.

How often we can feel overwhelmed by what surrounds us, and we stop, drop our toys, and loose our hope. Yet, our Lord, knowing our frame, doesn't ever leave us there. He comes, takes our hand, offers himself to us, and we can smile. We are rescued. The journey is still before us, the sand is still hot, the wind blows, but now we can have hope. Holding onto his hand, we know he will lead us out. 
Posted in Living Room, Play Room    |   Tags: Holding onto Hope

ingridhoffmann
August 26, 2010
Wonderful, thank you!

ingridhoffmann
August 26, 2010
Wonderful, thank you!

GrandmaLou
August 27, 2010

This is so very good. You know sometimes, we don't even realize that we've dropped our things and that we've stopped in our tracks. We've forgotten that we're on a journey home...We've just become stuck, and it's not until someone comes back to hold our hand that we realize we've lost our focus. Yes, you're right, the sand's still hot and the journey is not complete, but it is so much easier to take one step in front of another when our hand is being held. Thanks for this word.--GrandmaLou

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