God holds our hand.

Happy are the people whose God is the Lord! (Psalm 144:15)

When W. B. Davidson was a young boy, he walked with his father three miles from his rural home to his grandmother's house. While they were visiting, the sun set. Davidson writes, "Between our home and grandmother's house was a swamp. That night the croaking of the frogs, the chirping of the crickets, and the shadows of the trees frightened me. I asked my father if there was any danger. . .but he assured me that there was nothing to dread. . . .Taking me by the hand, he said, 'I will not allow anything to harm you.' Immediately my fears passed away and I was ready to face the world."

God holds our hand. We have nothing to fear.