When I was a young mom, one of my greatest fears was losing one of our boys. At times, I allowed those fears to smother my faith and twist my thinking. Even after praying for God’s protection over my boys, I still struggled with letting go and trusting God.
That twisted thinking allowed Satan to get a foothold in my spiritual walk. My prayer life was rote. I said the right words, but I knew there was distance between God and me.
Nearly ten years ago, I read about a single mother whose family lived in a poverty-riddled neighborhood. She put her children in God’s hands. Even while attending her one son’s funeral, she said he was still in God’s hands.
How could she have such faith while grieving the loss of her son?
Seven years ago, we were thrust into a situation where our youngest son’s life hung in the balance. For ten days, my husband and I camped out at our son’s bedside in the critical care unit of a hospital three hours from our house.
Through the power of social media, I had friends around the world praying for our son’s recovery. That experience was a life-changing moment for me.
For eighteen months, I had been walking through a season of winter—my heart was frozen due to the constant hits our family had experienced—one parent’s heart attack (again), the loss of both of our fathers, other family situations that derailed me.
As I sat by my son, I prayed the most honest, heart-wrenching prayer of my life, laying all of it at God’s feet. I was so exhausted, mentally and physically, and my heart hurt so badly. I was in a constant state of grief. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. Then, in the early hours of the morning, I felt like someone had wrapped me in a warm blanket fresh from the dryer. It was then that I realized I had just held hands with God. I knew He was with us, no matter the outcome.
Fears have a way of getting in the way of our faith. We want to trust God but maybe our experiences have proven that trust seems almost unobtainable.Fears have a way of getting in the way of our faith. We want to trust God but maybe our experiences have proven that trust seems almost unobtainable. #faith #fears #TellHisStory Click To Tweet
When I wrote The Father He Deserves, I wanted to write a character who dealt with a lot of fears and anxieties. Natalie, my heroine, endured a traumatic event as a child, and she allowed a deep-seated fear to take over her life. Even though she knew in her heart that God was with her, she struggled to let go of those fears to embrace the freedom that trusting in Him offers.
She was afraid to take His hand.
I know many of us have experienced fear at one time or another. However, so many live with levels of fear beyond what some of us can comprehend. Holding hands with God can be tough, and it’s a growing process for everyone, including Christians. Fear is a great motivator for wanting to control our situations. Admit it–at times we think we know more than God.Holding hands with God can be tough, and it’s a growing process for everyone, including Christians. #faith #fear #TellHisStorry Click To Tweet
I love this photo of our oldest son holding our granddaughter’s hand. She placed her hand in his, knowing without a doubt that he would guide her, protect her, and keep her safe. We need to have that kind of faith.
I’m not always quick to grab God’s hand when going through tough times. I admit to having days of shaky faith. No matter how shaky or faithless I am, God remains patient and faithful with me. During difficult times, I hope I have the courage to lean into Him. After all, holding hands with God means trusting him wholly and letting go of our fears. On the way to church, I heard the radio DJ of our local Family Life Network say, “God’s plans are always greater than your disappointments.” I think that’s something we all need to remember. He is faithful. He is our protector. He wants us to take His hand and trust Him.
Your turn: How do you face your fears? How has holding hands with God been a growing process for you?