Memories

Something forgotten in the now, buried deep in your memory, finds its way into your present thoughts.  It brings with it the reminder of days gone by, tenderness and gentleness expressed.  This happened to me  several days ago as I was reading a post from "The Simple Woman" site.  As I read Peggy's post about holding on to the Father's hand during the dark times, I remembered something from my childhood.  I had awakened in the night from a bad dream and made my way to my parents room.  I woke my mother, telling her that I was afraid.  She simple told me to get my covers and pillow and lay beside her bed.  I did, and in the dark my mother reached her hand down from her bed and found my hand and held it.  I don't know how long she held my hand.  What I do know is that I felt safe and I slept.

So, I believe, it is with our Heavenly Father, in our fears, failures, weaknesses, and needs He reaches down and takes our hand and holds on until we feel safe, secure, confident in His protection and provision.