Looking back a few years to a post that’s “worth revisiting.”
A couple of weeks ago, I took my six year old son to his school’s roller skating party. Being six months pregnant, I had no intention of skating. However, my heart broke as I watched the poor guy trying to stay up on his skates, falling every couple of yards. I couldn’t possibly leave him to do this on his own, and I decided to take the risk, figuring that I could protect my belly and the worst that was likely to happen was a broken wrist.
So I joined Zachary on the skating floor and held his hand as we went around in circles, skating to the music. Before long, he was able to make it several laps without hitting the floor. Of course, there were times when I decided that the safest and best thing to do was to let him fall. There were other times when he began to fall, but I was able to hold onto him and keep him upright. Several times, he got a little irritated with me, saying that I was hurting his wrist by holding him up. Nonetheless, after a few songs, Zach shouted up to me, “Mommy, it’s easier when I’m holding your hand.”
Of course, that warmed my heart. It also made the embarrassment of feeling like a whale in roller skates well worth it.
But a thought struck me and I considered it as we skated, drawing many parallels to our situation. Life is easier when I’m holding onto my Father’s hand. This is especially true in new or difficult situations, but even when I am coasting through life and everything seems to be going well, it’s great to have His companionship, someone with whom I can skate along, talking and enjoying the music of life.
As long as I continue to skate side by side with Him, following His path, I will be less likely to fall. At times, he will hold me up, preventing my fall. Sometimes, that might not feel so good to me, just like my vice grip on Zach’s hand didn’t feel good to him. Those times are unanswered prayers, or answers that I don’t care for, or times when following God’s will is not the easy thing to do. Jesus going to the cross in accordance with the Father’s will is the prime example.
Other times, He will let me fall, to learn a lesson that must be learned in order for me to grow closer to Him and more like Jesus. When I fall, I have two choices – I can sit on the ground, wallow in my misery, and let all of the other skaters (a.k.a. the cares of this world) run over me. Or I can look up, seek God’s hand once again, and with His help rise above the painful tumble.
“Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake?” (Matt 7:9-10) Just as I saw my son having a rough time and went to help him, our Father is always there to help us. Only He helps us perfectly – every time we need it, to the degree we need it, in the manner in which we need it.
Are you skating hand in hand with your Father? Or, have you gotten caught up in the music and you’re rushing ahead of him? Perhaps you’re reluctant to follow a path He is trying to guide you down, and so you are lagging behind. Have the cares of this world plowed you over? Look up. He’s holding out His hand.
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