I recall my experience walking a toddler who just learned how to walk. We held hands.

Sometimes she held my hand voluntarily; sometimes I had to ask her to hold my hand when there were car or bicycle passing by. Sometimes she refused to walk and I had to carry her. Sometimes she fell on her own, since she was still learning.

In my walk of faith, I am not that different from a toddler.

I fell from time to time. At times, I did not hold God's hand. I thought I could handle it on my own and only ran to God whenever I needed something or was in trouble. Sometimes I asked God to carry me because I was tired. Or lazy. Sometimes I thought holding on to God's hand was uncool.

God knows everything. He would leave me alone only if it is safe for me. But he is never far and always protecting. He always offer His hand out to me. And He enjoys walking with me and holding my hand.