Holding Hands

Anyone who knows me knows that I am a sucker when it comes to rocking and cuddling with Grant. I still rock him to sleep and LOVE to cuddle with him. Before laying him down the other night I needed to squeak in some cuddle time.

I put him in my bed and curled up next to him. He was wearing fuzzy pajamas and the smell of Berry - Grins & Giggles lotion filled the air. His mouth was wide open, he was flopped on his back, and I could hear a faint snore. I'm not sure what happens when we turn into adults......we are just not that cute when we sleep :)

I held his soft, warm hand.

As I snuggled next to him I thought about how lucky we were to have such a healthy baby. I'm not talking about the cold, flu, snot healthy...I'm talking about the sleeps in his crib every night....walks, talks, and eats...healthy.

I was introduced to the blog world several years ago by a link on a Facebook page. I read their heartbreaking story about a premature, sick baby. From there I started following a couple different blogs - journals of people's lives.

Through the years I have read about God's healing power - children given a second chance at life. As those parents celebrated, I read about another family who received a different set of test results. Through those blogs came stories of hope and strength.

As I laid with Grant I thanked God for his health. I never want to take advantage of the fact that he can play outside, open Christmas presents, and eat animal crackers. It saddens me that there are children who don't know any different than hospital walls and needles....

I held Grant's hand and then realized that God was holding my hand...He holds your hand. It does not matter what you are going through or what you struggle with - God is here for you - He holds our hand - walks with us - guides us. How amazing is that?

See, Grant had no idea that I was holding his hand. I believe that that happens sometimes with God. There are times when we KNOW that He is holding our hand and then there are times that He WAS holding our hand and we didn't realize it.

It is one thing to look back and see how God was protecting us or providing for us when we didn't even know it was happening. It is another thing to IGNORE God and resist His hand. Right now God is holding my hand and He is holding yours.....

I don't want to be caught with my mouth open....snoring when He reaches out His hand.

All Things Are Possible.
-Stephanie Miller