I cling to you; your strong right hand holds me securely. —Psalm 63:8 NLT

It was time for swimming lessons and my little girl was not having it. She fastened herself around my neck and wrapped her determined toddler legs around my waist and held on for dear life. She stuck to me like glue. Like cling wrap, she melded her little body as close to mine as she possibly could. That water looked scary!

Ever been there? Ever faced something so scary that all you could do was cling with all your might to a person or structure that was secure and stable? I’ve gripped a rope pretty tightly in gym class when I was asked to pull myself up to the gym ceiling. It was a loooong way down, and that rope was all that was keeping me from plummeting down from the heights. How I did cling. And … I survived the trip back down the rope to the safety of the gym floor no worse for the wear.

I remember a very frightening time in my life when I felt I had lost my moorings. One of my closest relationships was in tatters, and I had no idea how to fix it. Everything I did just seemed to make it worse. I was stumbling through my days desperately trying to say and do the right things to make it all better, but instead it just got worse and worse. I was drowning in a sea of uncertainty and fear. In the midst of all this, I remember clearly the voice of a friend who reminded me, “cling to the Lord.”

Somehow in my panic, I had pulled my hand from His. It felt like walking blind through a dark and noisy city of chaos with no idea where I was or where I was going. I desperately needed God to help me through the confusion. I remember literally lifting my hand high and asking Him to grasp it—to help me navigate those uncharted waters. I whispered, “Don’t let go!” I clung. Oh, how I did cling to Him through anxious days and nights and weeks and months, and His strong hand kept me close to His side. I stuck to Him like glue. I became cling wrap and pushed myself as close to Him as I could and nestled there. At last, the light came once again and the crisis was over.

That time of turmoil is long past now. I’m thankful for restored relationships and a world that is no longer upside down and inside out. However, the lesson has stayed with me: Cling to Him. Make it a way of life. Then, when danger rages and all seems lost, there is a strong, big Hand … right there … reaching down with grace and love, ready to hold me close. Dear one, if your world is caving in … cling.

Father, thank You for this reminder that You, the good parent, our Abba-Father, hold out Your hand to us and reach down and keep us close when we walk through dark days—and light ones too. Oh, Lord, help me to always cling to You! Attached securely to the One who made me, the One who unbelievably loves me. You. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

You are loved,



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  • Margaret Fowler
    March 8, 2021 11:17 pm

    Good message as always, I have had many times when I needed God’s hand and found relief and safety with him. Thankful for my Heavenly Father’s Hand to hold.


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