by Lauren Craft
“Switch places with me, Lauren,” my grandmother would say, guiding and holding my tiny hands.
Every time we strolled on a sidewalk together, she chose the edge closest to traffic. She asked me to walk along the safer side, the side farthest from moving cars. That way, she could shield me if a vehicle spun out of control. She did this everywhere. Even in her neighborhood, where no one drove fast.
My grandmother could likely picture the terrors if a car had slammed into us. Many years later, the memory of her protective instinct reminds me of our Heavenly Father’s defensive posture toward His children. He doesn’t want us to dread what’s lurking around the corner.
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