I stand on the threshold of this new day, door wide open, sun is shining, the path looks inviting today. I can run on out and get started on my own but I’m waiting. God, Papa, promised to go with me.
When I take His hand peace fills me up, love from the bottoms of my feet to the tips of my fingers and top of my head. He becomes my energy and strength. I look up at Him and smile. We step out of the doorway and into this day.
Just being near Him is life-changing; His presence radiates and I’m caught in the glow. I start to resemble Him more as we walk that way, talking, sharing the experiences of this day’s path together.
I keep His pace when He’s holding my hand. I find that I’m not preoccupied with what’s ahead, I’m just glad to be with Him, minute by minute, hour by hour.
He gives me strength, the words to say when we encounter other travelers, His unselfish love (much better than my own shallow love), compassion, joy. Sometimes we just start singing spontaneously.
This is the indescribable joy of living in relationship with Him. He is with me. I am with Him.
I wouldn’t want to live this day any other way.