It happened again just this morning…

Three of us were walking in a large parking lot toward the grocery store. Well, two of us — the almost-25-pound baby was on my left hip. πŸ˜‰

Holding my three-year-old son’s hand, we were having a joyful little time. My son was half-skipping, half-running and getting excited at the idea of bolting down aisles whenever we entered an empty one. The baby was giggling away as I bounced her while walking.

Suddenly, my boy’s hand yanks hard at mine, immediately triggeringΒ me to lift all 35 pounds of him up off the ground as he had tripped hard and was falling.

I always marvel at the fact that I catch him EVERY TIME. His hand never slips out. There’s some sort of mom-gift or something. His right knee barely touched the ground (as proven by the dirty wet mark), but he was headed down hard and easily would have scraped up a hand or two and maybe have whacked his head.

We lightly laughed it off and kept going.

Psalm chapter 37, verses 23-24 says:

The Lord directs the steps of the godly.
He delights in every detail of their lives.
Though they stumble, they will never fall,
for the Lord holds them by the hand.

When I read that a few days ago in my daily Bible reading, I saved it. But this morning’s toddler stumble reminded me of it all over again. If I can have some sort of “mom power” that helps me automatically left up my son with one arm when he’s in pending danger of getting hurt, how much stronger is God’s power in lifting us up? When we stumble, we will never fall. When we face temptation, He will always provide a way out.* When we feel like we’re walking completely alone some days, we actually aren’t. He’s holding our hand. He guides us, protects us and loves us beyond imagination.

That is an amazing God we serve. An amazing God I love.

*1 Corinthians 10:13