I went to the State Fair a few weeks ago. The place was swarming with people from every corner of the earth.
If you’ve ever walked a small kid through such a large crowd—if not the fair, perhaps an amusement park, or the mall, or a graduation ceremony—chances are you held their hand.
As long as their hand was in your hand, they were safe.
You are a child of God, whether you’re eight or eighty-eight. And as long as your hand is in God’s hands, you’re in good hands.