New Year’s Eve thoughts on Holding Hands

I walk with him across the snowy parking lot.
clinging tightly to his hand.
He’s only 3 years old,-
too young to trust that he will hold mine.

I hold their hands.

 And think of how You hold mine.

They will get older.
I will not hold their hand.

I will never outgrow my need to have
You       hold       mine.

Psalm 139: 10. . . even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.

(Things I learned from My Grandchildren)

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