He's so quick to slip his hand in mine,
and it fits perfectly.
We walked home from school like that today,
the two of us
talking about his day,
talking about what we would do when we got home.
I love that feeling,
of a little hand held tightly in mine,
that sense of belonging
like we are exactly where we should be.
It makes me think about my Heavenly Father,
does he also wish for me to slip my hand in His,
to talk about my day
as we walk along?
Or am I too often running ahead,
or lagging behind,
or worrying about what might or might not be?
Hand in hand,
that's how it ought to be!