Journey to God in Small Steps

You hold me by your hand. Your love surrounds me. The more I try to hold you, to just catch a glimpse of you, You said, ‘Let Me.’   ‘Let Me hold you child. Let Me carry your burdens Let Me embrace and melt your fears away Let me comfort you and bring you joy and peace.   My child, I’ll always be true. I always will be.’   In your presence I am awed My heart melts Just the thought of you near. I thought I was growing with your heart You said, ‘I’m in your heart And always will be.’   My God you are my King The blessing that caresses The things in my heart That have hardened for so long. I am safe in Your arms. Like a child cradled am I so endeared   You said I am treasured and honored. You silenced other voices And drew me nearer to your tender voice.   You said, ‘Let Me’ ‘Let Me speak to you Let Me sweep you off From the hidden gloom You’ve hidden yourself And kept you from Me. Let Me speak to your heart As I si

I want to share a childhood story.  When we were young, there was me, my first brother, and other younger siblings in the household. As the eldest and due to some age gap, I wasn't as mischievous anymore. But sometimes, when my younger brothers or sisters would get "too playful", as was normal for children their age, it was customary for the other siblings to also receive the heat of my parents' discipline. Perhaps it was the number of children ㇐ we were six in all ㇐ or maybe as an example to the others, it was done that way at the time. I remember feeling flustered at my other siblings for drawing out the disciplinarian in our parents at times. 😅 And I had a fresh revelation again of what Jesus did for me. Many would probably feel the unjustness of being punished for someone else's mistake. I'm not perfect. I can say I would somehow feel that at times. But for someone innocent as Christ was, and receiving the punishment and ruling reserved for a criminal, it