“Yet I still belong to you; you hold my right hand.” Psalms 73:23
“Just put them down, honey. Let’s go home”. I held my hand out, expectant.
Toddler despair registered in eyes as blue as his daddy’s. Chubby hands desperately gripped their rocky cargo even as several stones slipped and fell, prized specimens scattering in gravel.
Two things stood in the way of progress.
One, gravity. The other, inexperience. With each retrieval attempt, more pretties fell. He just couldn’t keep them all in his hands. Every rock rescued meant another succumbed to inevitable escape.
He eyed the tempting offer.
Mom’s extended hand promised comfort, help, and a lovely walk towards home.
If only he’d just let them go.
They’re only rocks. A handful of lousy rocks.
I wonder how many times God has extended His hand to me, waiting for me to let go of my handful of rocks?
Every autumn, I think about those lovely leaves falling and wonder what I need to let go of, so that I have room to hold God’s hand. The things that I am trying to juggle must seem foolish, a fistful of pebbles on a gravel road. Yet here I am, trying so hard to keep them all in the air at once, and dropping more than I can carry.
Maybe, if I let go of my fear of failure, my striving to please, my need for control, I’d have a hand free. Free to hold onto what really matters. Free to just BE instead of worrying about all the DOING.
Maybe I don’t need to juggle. Maybe it is more important to only carry what God says is mine to hold, not what I feel like the world expects me to.
Maybe it’s time for a little hand holding…
Let some pebbles fall with me this season??
Father, how like children we are, in our determination to hang onto things that may not be the best for us!! Loosen our grip on the things that don’t matter, or are keeping us from holding onto YOU! Amen.