Holding hands.

About a week and a half ago we arrived back to the lower 48 from Alaska. We docked in Bellingham, WA and had a great day spent with the office staff there. Soon after we headed to Seattle to perform at a Rotary event. Upon arriving to our hotel we walked to a restaurant for dinner. Dinner was over and it was time for the children to get ready for bed. Walking back to the hotel I was holding hands with Reagan and this thought came into my head:

Whose hand are you holding?

Of course I am holding Reagan's hand. As I kept thinking about it though I still couldn't shake it. Whose hand am I holding? Someday Reagan will create, hold, comfort, build, work, and change the world with his hands. God will use him and all the children. Perhaps I am holding the hand of the one who will one day find the cure to AIDS. Perhaps I am holding the hand of the one who will comfort the orphans and the widows. Perhaps I am holding the hand of the one who will change a nation.

I don't know whose hand I am holding, but it is a beautiful thing. I am part of who he will become. Now that is an honor and responsibility. Because what I pour into these hands is what will come out of them. Do I sow love and care? Do I sow patience or selfishness? Do I sow faithfulness or imprudence? Thankfully there is the grace of God to fulfill what I am not for him.

And one day I will let to let that hand go. I will release his little hand and he will fly back to his home. I will miss holding hands with him and the other children. I will miss talking and seeing their eyes light up. But if I don't let his hand go the world won't change. So for today I will pour every good thing I possibly could into his hands hoping he will be equipped.

Dear Lord, help me. I can't do it on my own. I can't give them everything they need, only you can do that. You know exactly what they need. May I be your vessel to deliver what they need?