“Uphold me according to Your word, that I may live; and do not let me be ashamed of my hope. Hold me up, and I shall be safe…” (Ps 119:116-117).
D.L. Moody tells the following: One time my little girl was teasing her mother to get her a muff, so one day her mother brought one home. Although it was storming, she wanted to go out to try her new muff. I went out with her, and said, “Emma, better let me take your hand.” She wanted to keep her hands in her muff, so she refused. Well, soon she came to an icy place, her feet slipped, and down she went. When I helped her up, she said, “Papa, you may give me your little finger.” “Take my hand.” “No, papa, give me your little finger.” Well, I gave my finger to her, and for a little way she got along, but soon we came to another icy place; again she fell. This time she said, “Papa, give me your hand,” and I gave her my hand, and held her up so she could not fall. Just so, God is our keeper. He is wiser than we.