white knuckles

My Skittle has a basketball tournament this weekend. He loves playing this game and I love being there to support him. As I watched his team give it all they had on the court, I felt my hands begin to throb. I realized I was squeezing my hands together so tight that I was white knuckled and cutting off the blood supply to my fingertips!

As a parent, I am always reminded of how God sees me as his child. He doesn't yell from the sidelines, he sits quietly cheering for me. He watches me fail, succeed, and learn. I picture Him with his mighty, world-creating hands, clenched with white knuckles, lovingly supporting me as I hustle down the court of life.

He is my biggest fan and this knowledge gives me confidence.