Hold On . . .

Driving down a busy highway cross-eyed is not the safest way to maneuver in and out of traffic.

But I was watching a small spider with what looked like flimsy white and black legs, and it was directly in view of me.

I first noticed this spider while stopped for a red light. Those thin legs were moving fast, traveling the hood of the car. Then as I accelerated, that same spider flattened itself against the white of the car and held on tenaciously. You could almost see those legs dig into the paint!

This scenario was repeated at each red light. He would rise, cautiously scurry a moment, make some progress. On green as I began to go faster, he would again almost disappear into the hood. I had no idea spiders had the strength to hold on at 60 mph!

It became a game for me–I am sure it wasn’t for the frightened, wind blown spider.

At one stop when that strong spider was almost in front of me, I looked into that tiny face–still looking altogether as a spider!–not one bit frazzled, not even a ‘bad hair’ day.

I thought—-that is what I am to do in life. When things are normal–(but is any part of life ever normal?), I hurry about doing those things I do, going the places I go without much thought of taking safety or comfort in my surroundings.

Then the wind comes-bringing a storm that could blow me easily away.

And I hold on. . .

I have nowhere to go but under His wings, into God’s calm, his strength–holding on as tightly as I can until the acceleration has quieted, and I can raise my head and look around me.

At this moment I am walking through a storm. Not one of frantic activity, nor physical pain or even of a broken heart or relationships.. different winds are blowing this spring and summer–winds that sap energy, focus and creativity. Tom and I both have prolonged mono–can you imagine? My sister called and said, “do you know how rare it is for two people your age to have mono?”

With what little reserve of mental ability I can muster, I, like that spider, am desperately holding on . . .

—-not letting go of His promises to keep me, to strengthen me, to “hold me”.

“Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand.” Psalm 73: 23
“Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess for he who promised is faithful.” Hebrews 10:23

Holding On . . .

You may enjoy listening to Jeremy Camp’s, Healing Hand of God on You Tube.

http://www.metrolyrics.com/healing-hand-of-god-lyrics-jeremy-camp.html

About oct17

The little girl in me loves bird watching, butterflies, sunrises, sunsets, walks in the rain; the adult I am enjoys the same. I sense God's awesomeness in all of life--what wonder there is in slicing a leek or cutting open a pomegranate. I have many favorite things--a formation of Canadian geese flying overhead, the giggles of my grand daughters, the first ripe watermelon in summer, snowflakes on my face--these gifts from my heavenly Father delight me continually.
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