If you have ever sung this song, have you wondered just exactly how God’s love lifted us? Today I shared a story of when our three-year-old son was hurrying to go to church because he knew his grampa and gramma were going to be there. So instead of holding his mom’s hand and walking on the sidewalk, he cut across our lawn, but as he ran, his little toes tripped over tree root. Though he was unhurt, he muddied the beautiful white turtleneck shirt he was wearing from top to bottom. Now Nancy did not spank him, laugh at him or even yell. Instead, she quickly brought him inside, cleaned him up and put a clean shirt on him. Then she gently led him by the hand down to our car and off we went! In the same way, Jesus picks us up when we have fallen in the mud. Washes us with His own blood and dresses us in the white robes of his righteousness. Then He lifts us up and leads us all the way to Heaven. All we have to do to keep holding onto His hand!