She clings to my legs, crying. I stop and speak gently to my fear.
“Honey, it doesn’t do either of us any good if I sit here with you while Jesus is up ahead. We both need Him.
You may sit here if you like. We will walk where you can see us, and you will learn that Jesus is safe and strong and gentle. You will see us walking with his arm around me. You will see us working close together. You will see him holding me.
Whenever you are ready, you are welcome to join us. He will hold you too, and quiet you with his love.”