Grip.
These two words are quite similar in meaning, and yet grasp seems to have a hint of desperation behind it.
Grasping at straws.
Grasping for answers.
Jacob wrestled with God. He grasped and grappled, and wouldn’t let go until he had received a blessing. I think of the many times that I wrestle with God, grasping for answers or direction, earnestly desiring a blessing. My mind and prayers flail, and I feel like things are reeling out of control. It is when I finally come to the end of myself and stop, that I finally realize (again) that I have been in His hands the whole time.
His grip is strong …sure …secure.
If only I can grasp this truth, and hold on to it!
“My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of My Father’s hand.” (John 10:29, NASB)
Yes, we have been there in His hands all the time. Love those words. He is faithful - good post, thanks!
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ReplyDeleteYes and amen! I love this, Julie. So grateful for the way He holds us secure. And for this reminder. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI really like this.
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