Natalie Grant has a song called Held which reminds us that even when life is at its lowest, we have the promise of the hand of God holding us up. When I am feeling low, I think of verses that support this message. In Isaiah 41, God declares, “For I am the LORD, your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.” Alone in my room, or in the car, I might actually hold a hand into the air.
This is not simply an act of positive visualization – it is an acknowledgment of the who holds the world in his hands – the only one who can lift me out of my despondency. And I am a heavy lift sometimes. For the truth is I can be quite comfortable in a state of sadness. Rather than lifting my hand to God, I might go to the freezer door where a carton of Ben and Jerrys offers immediate gratification. Or so goes my warped thinking.
But if I merely gaze upward, outstretch a hand, I am able to exhale and accept the love that has no earthly competitor. I am held.
When my mind frets in the middle of the night, I am held. When I am mentally and physically weary over the latest tribulation in my world or in the world itself, I am held. When the unthinkable happens, I am held.
And even when I pull that freezer door open, the one holding my hand whispers in my ear, “Hey, use a bowl…take small bites…and be satisfied in me. I am the creator of all good things including ice cream. Yes, even cookie dough.”
Will we choose to be held today?
Barclay, I’m praying for your devotional tomorrow. This one about being held was excellent.