It’s Five Minute Friday again, folks! And away we go…..
I think in songs, in lyrics, in musical expressions, choir director that I am.
Today this song ran through my mind….
And I will raise you up on eagle’s wings,
Bear you on the breath of dawn,
Make you to shine like the sun,
And hold you in the palm of my hand.”
Hold. Doesn’t holding something bring to mind clutching, or grasping? I think of those early years with my sweet daughters. Sweet, yes. And very, very strong willed. Both fiercely independent, wanting to do their own things long before they had the common sense with which to do them. Holding hands with a new walking babe, and her pulling away with all her might. Becasue she didn’t want to be restrained. She wanted freedom from my hold of safety.
And we do that, too, in our own ways. We hold on to things. Hold them tightly. We try to protect ourselves. We essentially tell God, “I’ve got this!” Fiercely independent.
And wicked tired. Worn out.
But dictionary.com tells me that “hold” also means “to carry or support with one’s arms.” Ah….there it is.
God holds us always. That’s His promise. It’s just our privilege to accept the grace that He’s giving us and recognize that He doesn’t put a chokehold in our lives. No, no, sweet sister. He gives us freedom to be and love and live in the moment. He supports us, He reminds us that his yoke is EASY and his burden is LIGHT.
This is what it means to be held. It’s life. It’s grace for the moment. It’s peace for the heart. Held close. Hemmed in.
Let God be God in your life. He’s more than able to hold you up!