”Let go of my hand,” I said. ”I can do this on my own. I know the Way.”

Day after day we walked the same Way. I knew the Way by heart. There were no surprises and no adventures on the narrow path. Besides, I saw others making their way without their father. I was restless. I became bored, impatient, and childishly curious.

He smiled without releasing my hand. His grip was firm and gentle. I knew He was leading the Way yet I was not captive. We walked hand in hand from love and habit; He held mine in His in love, and I held His in mine from habit. We were inseparable. No one could pry me from His love nor grip.

I grew stronger, taller, and independent. My confidence swelled under His care. I feared no one. I started to strut.

“No, really,” I insisted. “I can do this on my own. I’ll let you know if I need your help.” My petulance drew the attention of a passerby who asked if the man was bothering me. 

I released my Father’s hand.

“Really?” He asked.

“Yeah, really.” I nodded with pride and self-confidence. “I will follow. Go ahead.” I didn’t know how much I hurt Him. How could I know?

“Take care of my mother!” I yelled after Him.

He walked as I balked. I had felt His hand, and seen His back, but I had never seen His face. He walked and talked while I fell behind. I lost sight of Him. I lost sight. I was lost. Lost … and darkness fell. 

My adventure began. It was dark.

8 thoughts on “Lost

  1. He only circled around you…never leaving your side, maybe just out of your sight, waiting for the moment when you would reach out to Him in the darkness and He would once again grab ahold of your hand.

    Did you really just recently go to church again? (He rescued me at 48…almost 5 years ago)…I walked away from Him too…but when I called out, He was right there! As if He knew I’d be calling. He is so patient!

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