Thursday, March 10, 2011

Hold my hands ayah...

Once a little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, “Sweetheart , please hold my hand so that you don’t fall into the river.”

The little girl said, “No, Dad. You hold my hand.”

“What’s the difference?” asked the puzzle father.

“There’s a big difference,” replied the little girl.

“If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.”

...there may be times when we let go of His hand, but He NEVER lets our hand go…

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