We are often like children walking down the “mall of life” and we let go of mom’s hand to go look at toys, and end up lost. When we realize what happens we plop down right where we are and cry. We don’t know which way to go. There is nothing we can do to find mom ourselves and no one stops to help us! So we cry for help, “come to me God and rescue me,” I let the world distract me from your purpose and will for my life and now I’m in a mess
again. Please, “take the hand of your… child.”TM Look at me once
again with that smile on your face and lead me where I’m supposed to go. And I’ll try my best never to be distracted again. (But I probably will!)
Guess what. He finds you, takes your hand, smiles and picks up where you left off. “Ain’t God good?”