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.