I am participating in 5 minute Fridays
Your hands hold me.
It is the only thing that keeps me safe
I am frazzled, anxious.
I forget that you hold me.
I try and I try and think that I can succeed. I forget Your love. That I need to stop doing, and start being.
God I wish I could see your hands. I forget about you. It is faith and not by sight.
I think I can do everything myself. Control every little bit in my life.
And then I stumble. But you hand holds me, securely. I forget that you are the Faithful One. I am the faithless one. The absence of my faith doesn’t matter, because you are holding me, never releasing. When I think I will free fall, you are there to catch me. I cannot go anywhere, be anywhere, without you there. I want to remember that you are holding me.
Strong. Powerful. Tender. Your Hands.