This week my son and I were swinging. He wants so badly to push the empty swing to see it fly though the air, but forgets that it also returns with force. Often, he gets hit with the swing or knocked down.
This time, I had my hand outstretched above him and each time the swing came back I slowed it down so he could catch it instead of having it hit him. He pushed the swing several times before he slowly tilted his head back and realized my hand was there. He grinned up at me with a huge smile and ran off to play.
It gave me a glimpse of how God has His hand outstretched over us. For the times when I am pushing so hard that the return will surely knock me to the ground, my God stretches out His hand to protect me. I am ever grateful to my loving God who loves me.
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