Cliffhanger

I was hanging on a cliff. I didn't jump, I stumbled and fell. I was at a point where I wouldn't have minded if I had fallen to the bottom of... wherever. It's one of those dark despairs where you can't see clearly through the tears in your eyes, the pain in your heart and the chaos in your brain. Imagine what it must feel like physically to hang from a cliff. The act of trying to support your own weight. The fight with gravity. I imagine someone holding on to me with one hand. The pain in my wrist. The scrapes from swinging back and forth against rocks. 


But oh, that hand.That hand. When I think back, I know it was God. God holding me effortlessly while I flailed about. Because I am a woman of faith I knew he wouldn't let me go... even though in my heart, at times, I wanted Him to. He let me wrestle with myself and Him for as long as I needed to. And when I was ready. He pulled me up. 


Psalm 139: 7, 9-10, 23
Where can i go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. 

"Don't give up on God, because He won't give up on you."


Lord thank you for never giving up on me. 
Amen. 


~MDT