These days? Well, now it’s Carl’s hand clasping mine as we weave through parades and busy streets and even the church crowds after the last "Amen" is said.
Isn’t it funny how roles reverse? Our children's hands used to depend on us, and now we depend on each other.
But here’s the sweetest part: no matter whose hands we’ve held, there is One whose hand has never let go of ours.
Sometimes I can’t even open a pickle jar, but God? His hands can do anything. Isaiah 41:13 tells us, “I am the LORD your God who takes hold of your right hand and says, ‘Do not fear; I will help you.’”
Think about that for a moment. The same hands that shaped the galaxies -- hold ours. The same hands that measured the oceans -- hold ours. The same hands that led Israel through deserts, quenched their thirst from a rock, and kept their clothes from wearing out -- those hands hold ours too.
And those hands have never aged. Never weakened. Never trembled. But the miracle doesn’t stop there.
Those mighty hands became flesh -- human skin, human warmth --and were willingly nailed to a cross. Hands strong enough to snap the beams of Calvary like a toothpick instead stretched wide to prove a love that would never, ever let us go.
Life brings detours, delays, valleys, and shadows that sometimes make our hearts shake. But in every moment, God’s nail-scarred hands wrap around ours. Firm. Faithful. Unfailing.
So today, let’s walk like people holding the strongest hand in the universe. Because we are.
Lord, thank You for holding our hands through every season. When fear whispers and weariness weighs us down, remind us that we're safe in Your grip. In your beautiful name, we say -- thanks, Lord! In Your name we pray! Amen.


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