Letting Go!
From my hands...to His.
The first
time I held her hand she was so small and fragile.
Why would
God entrust his child to someone so flawed?
I
remember her holding tightly to my hand as she learned to walk.
She was
so unsure, but then I let go and she took her first steps.
And then
she held my hand as we crossed the street for the first day of class.
She was
so nervous, hoping there would be new friends for her to meet.
But she
was afraid and held my hand tightly, not wanting me to leave.
Then I
let her go and entrusted her to the teacher’s outstretched hands.
Next, she
held my hand when she went through the challenges of life.
She
grasped them so tightly, wishing for the nightmares to be over.
And then
I had to let her go, as once again I entrusted her care to others.
Giving
her the encouragement to stay strong. And she made it through!
And then,
one day, it was I who was grasping her hand.
Not
wanting to let go. Afraid of the unknown.
Wishing
for the nightmare to be over.
Not
wanting her to leave.
Time
stood still as I was taken back to the beginning,
To the
moment she first grasped my hand with her delicate fingers.
Then in a
flash I was remembering her first day of school,
but now I
was the nervous one,
hoping
there would be friends and family for her to meet.
This time
it was I who was afraid to let go. I wasn’t ready!
There was
so much more that I wanted to say!
So much
more that I wanted to do.
So many
of her dreams yet to live.
Once
again I had to let her go and entrust her care to another.
It had
now come full circle and I was just beginning to see
just how
hard it must have been for God
when He
let go of her hand and entrusted her to me.
But this
time when I let her go I knew she wasn’t going away.
She was
going home.
painted by Reesa's sister, Brandee 
Last time Reesa and Dad held hands
Reesa reaching for God
Angel painting by Brandee Kammerman
Hand paintings by Karen Tarlton
Prose by Dad
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