Carrying Rocks

Finn is all boy! He dumps dirt on his head, tackles his cousins, and he loves to eat.

One of his favorite things to play with are rocks.

He tosses them, holds them, and if I'm not watching closely enough, will suck on them.

Today, we were outside playing for a bit and he picks up two rocks - one for each hand.

Then, naturally, he wants to walk around our house on the landscaping ledge that keeps our rocks contained.

I took his hand to steady him, because he can't walk it by himself yet without falling off.

Since he had rocks in each hand, I had to wrap my hand around his, which did not feel totally secure.

As we are walking, I thought of how if he would just drop the rocks, I could grab his hand in a much more secure way. Then his slips wouldn't be as frequent or pronounced. He would have a better grip on me.

But either way, I won't let go of his hand.

And as I am prone to do, I compared this realization with my relationship with God.

He holds my hand along the path that I walk.

But there times when I cling tightly to burdens, or rocks, that serve no purpose other than to weigh me down or slow me down.

If I would but drop these burdens, I could cling tighter to my Heavenly Father's hand.

Clinging tightly to His hand means fewer slips, better balance, and a lighter weight.

But either way, He won't let go of my hand.