Why do we need promises? :: Hold Tight Day 2
I remember when I was in elementary school, probably in first or second grade. On the playground there were long tunnels that had different colors of faded, chipped off paint showing the gray concrete underneath. Almost every day, I’d crawl into the tunnel with my girlfriends to hide from boys, giggle and tell each other secrets we’d pinky promise to keep.
“Yes. I’ll stay with you, I’ll protect you wherever you go…I’ll stick with you until I’ve done everything I promised you.”
What was God’s first promise? Let’s look into that tomorrow…