Driving across Nebraska gave me the time and space for some reflective thinking as well as some heart to hearts with God.
God, is there honor in the staying? In the holding on? In the not letting go?
What if I can't hold on? What if the fire dims and the passion gets cold and the spirit is weak?
Who am I to think that I have strength within myself to hold the ropes? How dare I think that I can in my own independence and self-sufficiency climb out of my own hole? Weathering the torrents and wind and enemies within myself will just leave me hanging.
God, hold me. Hold my family. Hold my friends, church and nation. Knowing that you have us in your strong hands gives us the courage to be who you want us to be. Your strength propels us out on a limb and gives the boldness to follow your lead across the deepest sloughs and highest mountains.
If I am to stand then cement my feet deep into the gospel of peace and help me stand.
Anchor my soul to the only rock that will not let go.
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