A Beautiful Story

I came across this short story while waiting for my turn at the dental clinic. (Sorry, but I forgot the name of the small booklet):

A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.

The father told his daughter,"Hold my hand so that you won't fall into the river." The little girl replied, "No, papa. You hold my hand."

"What's the difference?" asked the puzzled father. "There's a big difference," replied the little girl.

"If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let go of your hand. But if you hold my hand, I am very sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go."

Beautiful, huh?

And so it is with God, we need to allow Him to hold on to our hand as we journey along this world. On reflection, I remember the many times I let go of His hand .....

• when my husband passed away and my heart was in anguish,
• when I was tired and discouraged from fruitless efforts,
• when I've tried everything and nothing seemed to work,
• when nothing made sense and I felt frustrated, etc.

Now that I have retired, I am trying my best to reach out and let God hold my hand. Through reading the Bible and prayer.

After being a Sunday Catholic for so many years (ie. praying in Church only on Sundays), setting aside some time - everyday - for reading and prayer requires a lot of effort and discipline...

Then I think of my Muslim friends who pray 5 times a day. They show such good examples.

And so I tell myself, "God willing, I can."

Cheers! :)