I Wanna Hold Your Hand


These are the moments.  I can’t seem to capture them quick enough.  These moments remind us why we choose to love the way we do.  This morning as I was helping the girls wake up, I snuggled up in bed next to one whose face was buried in the bedding.  “I want to see your beautiful face!”  She kept it buried.  When I moved on to something else I heard her little voice, “Mom, I want to show you my beautiful face!”  So I came close and she lifted her head, her hair covered her face but I could see her smile.

Every day has something new.  Baby girl is growing up so quickly and developing such a personality, I can’t even take it all in.  Her sweet laugh is addicting.  We always want more of it.  Her attitude, well, that’s a different story.  We’re trying to tame that at the moment.  She’s fearless.  She wants to be just like her sisters and does not believe us when we tell her she can’t do everything they do.

When we walk out of the house in the morning, she makes a dash for the neighbor’s sprinklers.  Why not start your day with a splash?!  It takes all of us to hold her back, but I laugh every time.  She is determined to jump in.


I have to choose some days to be fully present, not be rushed by the clock or a schedule but stop and be intentional.  Mom, can I sit in your lap?  Mom, after school can we maybe go somewhere fun, like a park?  Mom, will you read me a book?  I remind myself that one day I will wish for these moments.

They have such an excitement about them and they relish being loved.  I love to celebrate the good things.  When Prissy is getting dressed, she doesn’t want me to see her until she’s completely finished so I can ooh and aaah over the final result.  “Daddy will say I am toooo cuuute!”   Or when Sissy finishes brushing her teeth and having her hair fixed, she says “I’m a superstar!”

We got a “dear parents” note from school the other day asking us to make sure the girls have on shorts or bloomers under their dress so they aren’t tempted to show everyone their panties.  “we’re trying to teach modesty”   Good luck friends!  I try to teach that every day.  You’re lucky they have panties on.  Dear Jesus help us.

Help us.  That’s my prayer every day.  Help us to live each moment to the fullest, celebrate the good and overcome the bad.  Help us with the things we cannot understand.  Help us with the pain that we can’t control.  Help us with the needs that are before us.  Help us love well.

When we first received the dream and I asked my sister for prayer, she was led to the scripture in Isaiah, 41:13 For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you. 

This week I was reminded of these scriptures and others nearby, I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

As I watch our girls navigate life and all the ways that we are privileged to “help” them I imagine the Father that watches me navigating life – and his willingness to help me knows no end.  How often am I trying to conquer life on my own?  What does it look like to trust in his strength and help?

When he called us into this path he didn’t expect us to walk alone.  He clearly spoke of his intentions to help and uphold.  It is up to me to wait for it, to expect it, to embrace it.

If nothing else, the past year has given me a greater understanding into the father-heart of God.  It is beautiful.  He delights in his children and he loves to watch us grow.  Even when we are silly… he smiles.  He longs to be a part of our lives and walk with us through the good and the bad.

How do you view God?  What would it look like to expect his help, his faithfulness, his righteous right hand?  I keep returning to the photo above.  I imagine a loving father, holding my hand and saying do not fear, I am with you and I will help you.  I will not let you fall.  I am good and I love you dearly. 

Friends, do not fear the path God is calling you to.  He is beyond faithful.  He is loving and he wants to be a part of the journey, offering his strength and his help.

Sometimes his help looks like the grace to survive a kid’s tantrum without losing your cool.  Or help looks like a therapist that patiently works with you to incorporate safety and security into a life marked by trauma.  Help may look like financial provision just in the nick of time.  I feel like I’m on a treasure hunt to see how God will help me next.

Your love and support are a provision of God’s help to us.  Thank you for your being a part of his goodness, his glory.  We are praying for this next week and specifically Tuesday.  Please stand with us. We are trusting for big things, many big things.  I can’t wait to see how he moves.  Get excited!

Much Love!

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