Nothing was better as a child than to be held. Nightmares, calling out in the darkness, Mom would be there, I was safe, I was held. Travelling to a new place, Mom or Dad would take my hand, lead me through the uncertainty, the newness, until we were in a safe location and they could let go.
“Yet I am always with You; You hold me by my right hand.” ~Psalm 73:23
God is always there, in the darkness (which is not dark to Him), in the uncertainties (of which He knows the outcome), in the newness. He made you, He loves you, Jesus will never leave you. You are held. Blessings, Lisa