clinging

I had a great picture this morning as I was driving into work. I was listening to Tim Hughes (surprise, surprise), Clinging to the Cross. The chorus is...

Simply to the cross I cling

Letting go of all earthly things

I'm Clinging to the cross

Mercy's found a way for me

Hope is here as I am free Jesus,

You are all I need

I'm Clinging to the cross

I imagined what it would look like to cling to the cross. To only hold on by my finger tips as the world is pulling me away. Looking down I saw nothing, an empty valley many yards below. So I focused more an more on my finger tips, until my hand got extremely tired. Then I looked under me and saw I was sitting in the hand of God.

So often I look at my weak finger tips and the emptiness below (loneliness, lack of direction) but I forget to look under me and see that God is holding me and I will not fall.