EVERY MOVE I MAKE

I remember the comforting encouragement of a teacher’s hand gently folded over my own as I drew my first circles. It felt like I was controlling the movements, but I know better now. Nothing has changed. Every movement I make in the right direction still requires a guiding hand. Lord, I am thankful You never let go. I need Your divine touch more today than ever. Help me learn the rhythm of Your embrace.