Holding My Father’s Hands
My wife, Sister Gina Lowman, and I are visiting a beach in South Padre Island, Texas. This is an island that is 11 miles north of Matamoras, Mexico and is surrounded by water on both sides. The island is about 1 mile wide and maybe 10 to 11 miles long, surrounded by the Gulf of Mexico on both sides.
Our 5-year-old twins, Rebekah and Joshua, are here with us, and we have been enjoying the beach every day. Our twins have had two years of swimming lessons and are excellent swimmers. On most days at home, you will find them swimming in the pool. The can jump, dive, go under and hold their breath, and are truly competent swimmers.
However, when we brought the kids to the Gulf we soon realized that everything they knew hadn’t prepared them for the big waves, the strong undertow, or the inability to swim 5 feet to one side or the other and take a break and get a reprieve from the water if they tired.
The kids went in with the confidence of being able to swim not knowing the very different conditions that exist between a pool and the ocean. They didn’t understand that the waves never stopped coming or the undertow took them away very quickly.
Sister Gina and I realized that we both needed to be in the water with the kids, one parent for each child. Sister Gina and I were in water that was a little above knee-deep for us and chest-deep for the kids. The kids were very quick to realize that they needed our help and would reach for our hands to be held above the waves. When the kids would hold our hands they were able to stand and be confident in the sea. Without holding our hands, they were taken away from us, both in terms of going deeper in the sea and going away from us towards the other end of the beach. We realized that without the kids holding onto our hands they would certainly drown. They couldn’t fight the undertow by themselves; they couldn’t recover from the waves fast enough; they would have been swept to sea.
This made me think of us holding Our Heavenly Father’s hand. When we try and do life on our own and let go of His hand, we are swept out to sea and quickly drown. When we hold on to His hands, He steadies us and puts us on sure footing. He may not stop the waves of life, but He will hold us steady and give us the confidence to know we are safe.
I think of two stories in the Bible:
Matthew 14:22-33 when Peter walked on the water.
Mark 4:35-41 when Jesus calms the storm.
May we all hold on to The Father’s hands when the waves of life seem to never relent. Jesus promises in His word that He will never leave us or forsake us” (Hebrews 13:5). This means His hand is always outstretched to us at all times. His Hand is much more sure than any earthly father’s hands. Hold on tight.
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