Lessons from the beach

My family and I are on vacation this week on St. George Island off the coast of Florida. This morning we were walking on the beach down by the ocean so we could enjoy the waves lapping around our feet as we walked. My 2 year old Sophie got tired of walking and called out, "Mommy, I can't walk!" In response I reached out my hand to her. She grabbed hold of my hand and continued to walk the rest of the way. I didn't pick her up or carry her, just held her hand. It was as if their was something about just holding the hand of her father that allowed her to continue walking when she didn't think she could.

Shouldn't our relationship with our heavenly father be like that? Shouldn't we be able to go to Him and cry out, "Father, I can't walk!"? When we can't continue, shouldn't just feeling the touch of our Father empower us to continue?