Conntecting the Dots

Freedom Comes From Holding the Father’s Hand

Several playgrounds are located in the city park near our home. On sunny days they resemble human anthills. It’s interesting to watch these little people as they explore life.

Some tots, depending on their personalities, are content to let their parents or caregivers hold their hands as they walk from toy to toy. Others resist, tugging and protesting until they manage to jerk free and run away. Some listen and obey when the caregivers tell them to stop; others don’t.

What happens? They may dash toward a swingset without realizing the possibility of being knocked by a swing already in motion, or they might dart towards the sidewalk, into the path of an oncoming bicyclist or rollerblader. They want to experience freedom, so they disregard their caregivers’ counsel and pay painful consequences.

These little people remind me of big people…

“Hold My hand,” says the heavenly Father.

“But I want to go a different direction,” we argue.

“Trust Me,” He says.

“But I don’t want to go where You’re leading!” We tug and protest until we manage to yank loose of the Father’s hand. Then we run where we please, thinking we’re experiencing freedom at its finest. That approach to life seldom works.

True freedom is found in obedience to God and His Word. We experience it when we trust His care and plan for our lives, recognizing that He knows best. “Make me walk along the path of your commands, for that is where my happiness is found…I will walk in freedom, for I have devoted myself to your commandments” says Psalm 119:35, 45.

Want freedom? The recipe’s guaranteed – tuck your hand into the Father’s and stay close to His side.

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