Earlier this year, during the severe ice storm, lawns looked like ice-skating rinks.
So, on occasions when my daughter and I left the house, I made sure she held my hand as we maneuvered our way across the ice so that she wouldn’t fall.
As long as her hand was in my hand, she was in good hands.
Likewise, as long as your hands are in God’s hands, your hands are in good hands. God’s hands are reliable. God’s hands are big enough to catch you when you fall.