Security

I was thinking the other day about my kids births.  Both my children are grown, 27 and 24.  My oldest a girl is a high school math teacher, and my son is a very good drummer in a band that tours, it seems, constantly. 
When they were born, I remember how proud and in love I felt.  As a new dad, I was holding a precious gift the God had lent me and my wife.  The first time I held my daughter, is a feeling I will never forget.
She kinda smiled at me, and opened and shut her eyes.  Before we took her and my wife home, after her birth, she had started grabbing my finger with her little hands. 
Through the next couple of months she would hold on to my fingers everytime I held her.
I remember my son, did this also.  I guess it was a bonding between parent and child, but more I believe it gave a sense of security and peace and love to my children
Over the next several years after my kids were born, they crawled, they started walking, they started running, they started riding bikes, but always within the sight of one of us, their parents.
When learning how to walk, I would let them hold my fingers, and lead them from between my legs and genlty pull them along.  As long as they were holding onto my fingers, they were brave, no problem.  But then I would let go of one little hand, and that usually got a wide eyed, look of fear.
I can only assume what they were thinking, "Daddy is letting me go,  oh no".  But I wasen't any less concerned for their saftey, I just was giving them a little push towards walking by themselves.
     As my kids grew, I held their hand as we crossed streets, going into the Doctor's office, where there was no dobt that a shot was in order.   the first day of school, when they were scared of the unknown.  Many, Many times I or my wife would hold their hands, and show them that we were not going to let anything happen to them.
I remember when my son was about  one year old, he had a habbit of reaching up for my hand, any time I was next to him.  He knew I would grab it and thereby making him feel secure.  I wonder how he would have felt if I just ignored his hand and walked on ahead of him?  I don't know, because I did not do that, he was my son.
     Did you know that God, Himself, is our Dad?  He is reaching down from heavan right now, in hopes that we will grab onto his hand, if we need to feel secure.  I can still picture my son right thumb in his mouth, left hand reaching up to take mine, and away we would go.  I usually would pick him up and carry him before 2 or 3 steps, though, as his little legs couldn't keep up.
As a parant, I would do anything for my kids, I would run in front of a speeding bus if it was barreling down on them.  I know if you have kids you feel the same.  God is waiting to hold our hands, swing us up by one arm and carry us, stop a speeding bus to protect us, do whatever it takes to help us.  But there is one catch, we have to grab hold of His hand when it is offered. 
Grab ahold of God's hand, right now, let Him make you feel secure, loved,  and at peace.  He loves spending time with his children, and protecting us, making us feel secure. 
     When I was a kid, I remember getting into arguments and fights over who had the toughest dad,  I thought my dad could do anything.  My dad is 79 now, and dependent upon me to pretty much take him places, make sure the repairs aroung the house are taken care of......................But I still talk to him, reach out to him and share my intermost thoughts and dreams with him, I mean afterall, He is my Dad.

Is this how you feel about our God?  Why not, I mean afterall He is our Dad.