Hold On

She hung, gripping the edge of the tree limb, hanging on with her last ounce of strength. Screaming, she cried for help.  I ran.

“Hold on, honey, I’m coming.  Hold on.”

In just a minute I reached her.  As I grasped her feet, I felt her relax and fold into my arms.  She was safe.  Help had come.

Sometimes I feel like that child, hanging by my fingertips. Captured by predicaments and caught by fear, I am unable to pull myself up. Too frightened to drop, I dangle.

Dangling is not fun!

The Good News:

My Father hears when I cry, and His words calm me.  “Hold on, Child, I’m here. Hold on.”‘

Psalm 40:17 puts it this way: But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me: thou art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God.

Psalm 50:15 And call upon me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me.

Psalm 33:20 Our soul waiteth for the Lord: he is our help and our shield.

Sometimes we struggle as we wait for God’s timing, but His help is sure.

The sorrows and difficulties of this life will not last forever.  His grace and mercy will see His children through,

and Joy –

Joy comes in the morning.

Psalm 30:15 Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.”

Photo: Water Lily ©Beth Mims


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