Lead Me

Three weeks ago, 1-year old grandsons were staying at our house. (Yes, I said that correctly.  There were two new walkers at our house.) It was a delight to watch these little guys play side by side in the house.  They were completely occupied  with whatever toys surrounded them.

That was, until the glass sliding door opened to the great outdoors.  When this happened, both boys ran to the door.   They were filled with wonder at the world outside the safety of Grandma's house.

At least once a day, I'd try to take them for short walks around the backyard.  As we walked, I'd hold out one finger on each of my hands and inevitably both boys would latch on to that finger.  This allowed me to lead them.

To these little guys, my finger represented safety, and their act of latching on showed their trust.  

Occasionally, one or both would break loose and try to go their own way (usually right for danger).  I'd hurry to their sides and hold my finger out again.  It was like my finger and their small hands were powerful magnets being drawn together.  These little one-year-old boys couldn't resist and would latch onto my finger again.  Then I'd lead them in the direction I wanted them to go...away from danger.

This simple illustration goes well with Psalm 25:4

“Show me Your ways, O Lord;
teach me Your paths.
Lead me in Your truth and teach me,
for You are the God of my salvation …”

In my many years of walking with the Lord, I wish I could say that I have always been drawn to His extended hand like a high-powered magnet, but not so.  I have resisted the Lord's leading and have at times choose my own path.  

This week, you may be at a crossroads in your own life.  You may be struggling with which path to take.  In times like these, more than ever, don't let go of the hand that leads you.  He will lead you into places that are fruitful, peaceful and pleasant.  Hold on to His hand.   

"Lord, here's my hand, Lead Me!"


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