Recently received this from David Martin. He gave me permission to use it. Well, it finally happened. Violette, our granddaughter, took her first steps. They were halting and unsure, but still independent. She was so proud of her little self. Even though she has a few dozen independent steps under her diaper, she still needs our assistance almost 100% of the time to get around on her own two feet. As I was making the umpteenth lap around the house yesterday holding her chubby little hands, I realized that the death-grip she had on my fingers was not at all necessary. I had a firm grasp on her hands that would not allow her to fall. But that did not lessen the need she felt to hang on tightly to my forefingers. All too often that is how I treat God. I think I must hang on to Him with all my might, grasping his hands as tightly as possible. My ability to hang on to God with my strength is so insignificant as to be worthless. It is His grasp on my hands that keeps me from falling. Isaiah 41:13 For I, the Lord your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, "Fear not, I am the one who helps you." His children can rest in the fact that it is El Shaddi, God Almighty, who holds our hands to keep us safe and upright. How thankful I am that I am in His hands.