He is holding me // Step by Step

Grappling in the dark, little Braveheart didn’t feel so very brave anymore. With tears streaming down her face she cries out to the Good Shepherd: ‘ Where are You?’

There didn’t seem to be a response. No lightning from the sky, no parachute out of the darkness, she was still stuck in this dark passage.

Maybe He doesn’t care, maybe He’s too busy. I guess I messed up too big.

But right at that moment she wanted to despair, she felt that gentle squeeze on her hand.

I’m here, I’m holding your hand.

Yes, she couldn’t see the Good Shepherd and at times, it feels as if He is not there in the darkness. But He had never left her, He was holding her hand.

And so step by step they walked, and little Braveheart felt her heart strangely warmed. ‘I can’t see you Lord’, she said, but I know You are holding my hand, and that’s what matters.’

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I still remember in the days overcoming the darkness of depression and mental pain, I just cried out to God, ‘ Abba! Abba! Abba!. It was the only words I could utter in the pain. And in that moment, I sensed His comfort, His presence.

I often wished I could get out of the tunnel quicker, I wish He parachuted me out of it. But these days I’m finding Him coming into the tunnel and leading me out of it step by step, often with Him just carrying me.

May You encounter the Father’s love as you read this, and especially if you don’t know Jesus, I pray you will, for I found in Him the only way out.

Much love,

Eunice