‘Give me your hand?’ Frankie held out a hand to Skipper.
‘Hell no!’ Skipper looked in shock, ‘I’m not going to hold hands with you!’
The others burst out laughing.
‘Come on!’ Frankie withheld a smile, ‘I just want to show you something.’
Skipper seemed reluctant. But then he put forth his hand to Frankie, who took it firmly, ‘Right, try to lose your hand from mine.’
Skipper pulled back his hand, but Frankie’s grip was too tight, and he gave up.
‘You aren’t trying hard enough.’
‘Do you want to try my muscles?’ Skipper snarled.
‘I’m trying to prove something. Pull back your hand.’ Frankie looked him in the eye.
Skipper pulled back his hand with all his might, but Frankie’s grip was still too firm, ‘How do I let go of your hand if you hold mine too tight?’ Skipper said with an angry frown on his face.
‘Exactly!’ Frankie loosed his grip on Skipper’s hand. ‘God holds on to us even more to protect us. We can try to get away by letting go of Him, but His grip is too firm. That’s how much He loves us. And yes,’ Frankie pointed to Skipper’s hand, which had a reddish tint left by the grip, ‘it hurts when you try to pull away, but in the end, we’re grateful He held on this strongly, or otherwise we would’ve been in a lot of trouble.’