WHEN OUR CHILDREN WERE LITTLE, how easily they would take my hand or my husband's when we crossed the street, trusting that we would safely get them to the other side. Although our children are now grown, this experience came back to me in a very touching way. One day some years ago, our daughter took my hand just before we crossed a busy city street and lovingly said to me, "Come along, Mommy!" Without giving it a thought, I took her hand, and across the street we went—arriving safely on the other side.
I was, and am, certainly capable of crossing the street by myself! It was just that my daughter's tender desire to keep me safe from harm spoke of her childlikeness—and my own—as God's ideas. Her willingness to take my hand, and mine to trustingly take hold of hers, seemed to express complete confidence in good, in God.
From that experience many years ago, I began to see deeper spiritual lessons about being childlike.