In the parking lot of Walmart, I walk past a young mother with her independent toddler. She takes the hand of her little girl and says, “You have to hold my hand in the parking lot. Even if you don’t see any cars coming, you always have to hold my hand. Hold my hand anyway, even if it doesn’t seem like you need to.”
The toddler resists. The mother insists: “Hold my hand anyway.”
I think of the wisdom of holding on, even though I see no danger, even though I want independence. I think of holding tight to God’s hand, always. He sees what I don’t see.