"Grasp my hand." A faint call from across the universe. I
step closer, incline my ear. "You are not alone. Take my hand." I reach out and
the distance seems unreachable, but you are infinite and able to reach me
before I fall completely in the dust of despair.
You grasp my shoulders in an embrace, steadying me on the
path. You dust me off, offering a drink of Living Water from a well I did not
see through my tears. You are the God who sees me, who sees ahead and has seen
the wilderness before.
You were here, yourself, a long time ago, wandering and
wondering and waiting. Tested and tried. Weary and worn. Hungering for
bread. Thirsting for water. Training for the Cross.
You grasp it all. You get my despair. You were tempted like
me, yet without turning your back on the Father or grumbling against His
intention for Your life. You took hold of what I can never totally comprehend.
You clung to the goodness of your loving Father all the way through the sweat
and blood and pain, enduring it all. Grasping for the JOY set before time, the
JOY of seeing and providing for the great hunger and thirst left from the scars
of Eden.
I get glimpses and every once in a wilderness, grasp how
wide and how long and how high and how deep is this LOVE.
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Kel, this is one of your best posts ever, and only a wordsmith like you grasps all the subtle meanings of the word GRASP! Moreover, your heart grasps them as you grasp the hand of the One who grasps you and never lets go. I needed this post today. I grasp it, and I cling to Him!
ReplyDeleteYour words and thoughts are beautiful! Blessings to you!
ReplyDeleteThis was a beautiful post- beautiful description of the weary wanderer, beautiful use of scripture references, beautifully written! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteWritten so lovely.
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