Last night my wife Leah showed me some video that was taken of our grandson during our recent visit with her son and daughter. Baiden, who is just a couple of months over two years old, is on a park playground stepping from one raised stepping "stone" to another. The width of the steps is right at the end of the range of how far he can spread his legs. He has his little hand in his Aunt Amanda's hand, and he's just going for it, completely trusting her to keep him from falling. He's stepping out and working his little legs for all he's worth, but it's not his strength and balance keeping him on the path and from falling. It's his aunt's hand holding his.
We need to be like my grandson. Without fear or hesitation, we can simply step out and walk from one stepping stone to the next leaning into the reassuring hold of our Daddy's hand. We do need to do our part. Amanda was not carrying Baiden. But no matter how much or how little our part is, we can trust that Daddy will do the rest. He will give us the strength and balance and whatever else we need for the journey.
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