I wrote this on a day that I was feeling especially drawn to the world and all it seemingly has to offer. I see so many others (family, friends, strangers) also being drawn in to the world. Satan is crafty and knows just how to draw us. Good news though! God has defeated Satan and is drawing us also. His hand is sure, strong, and one that won't let us go. If you're struggling with being "in the world, but not of the world," read the last line of this poem (if you can call it that). We can run with freedom! Grab God's strong hand and don't let go!
Grab the Hand
The world is calling.
It won’t stop.
It’s all around me.
When I’m awake, and when I’m asleep, it calls.
The pressures to live in the world come from within and without.
Look this way.
Talk this way.
Walk this way.
I’m walking on the skinny curb of life in this world.
I try to balance.
The world rains down and the curb becomes slippery.
I fall off.
I look and see blood.
The pain sears through my body.
I stop and breathe.
I need to get up.
As the rain pounds my body I can only see the ground that seems to suck me in.
I try to climb back on the curb.
A car comes by and splashes me with dirt and grime.
I want to give up and slide down the drain.
I hear footsteps.
The rain is subsiding.
I look up between wet strands of hair.
I see a hand reach out to me.
Is the hand one I can trust?
Will this hand push me back down only to be stepped on again?
I’ve experienced “helping hands” before.
My faith in “helping hands” is weak.
This hand that reaches out to me will not go away.
The persistence catches my attention once more.
I see that this hand is clean, strong, and has been where I’ve been.
I decide to trust one last time.
I reach out and grab the hand.
Immediately the world disappears.
I can stand without pain.
The curb is strong, wide, and I run with freedom.
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Pic was taken at Q2008 at NNU. FUEL was also part of this event. Dave Curtiss (and others) presented a prayer journey for us. Individually we walked around and prayed. It was amazing! I also took pics during the prayer journey.

1 comment:
Love the poem. I can relate completely and appreciate thinking on that wonderful Hand this morning. I am so thankful for His consistency in light of my inconsistancies and failures.
God bless you!
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