Take My hand. Walk with Me to the other side of your grief, of your fears. Be a child again, walking beside Me, trusting Me.
You never used to worry about where you were going when you were a child. Your parent drove the car and you sat in the back waiting for the arrival, and you didn’t know where you were going.
Then, you didn’t have a choice in trusting the outcome. You needed to go along with your parents obediently.
Now you have a choice to make. You are a full adult, and you think for yourself. I am asking you to go to a place where you don’t know where you are going, or where you will end up.
I am asking you to put your hand in Mine, and walk with Me, keeping your focus on Me and on our conversation, not on where I am taking you. Be that child again.
Trust Me, My beloved child.
I have you in the palm of My hand. Trust Me to lead you places higher and better than you had planned.
Walk with Me, beloved one. Take My hand.