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Hold me tight

My sweet girl sat on my lap at the doctor’s office, a quaking mess, nervous and jittery.  She’s a bigger bundle than she used to be, but she still fits.  “Should I hold you tight?” I asked – and she’d nod.  I wrapped my arms around her and held on tight.   Truthfully, we were both a mess.

She was scheduled for a small procedure.  If we knew then what we know now, we probably wouldn’t have been so shaken. But, there were many unknowns : how long would it take, how much it would hurt or how long it would hurt…  and as we waited our heart-rates soared to new heights.  And I, I just tried to hold her as snug as I could – so she’d feel secure.

Honestly, I had been dreading the event ever since we put it on the calendar.  I mean, who wants to plan on pain?  As I wrote it on our family daytimer, I had such a heavy heart.  It is one thing to take a journey like this for myself – its another thing entirely to schedule something painful for your child, even if it is for their good.

As we waited, I just kept whispering in her ear, “I’ll hold you tight. I promise.”

You know, I’ve never had the little procedure she had done, so how did I know she’d want to be held?  Because often I need to be held just as tight…

Don’t we all?

 

Last night we sang a song in rehearsal, and I love the words to the chorus – I’ve been singing it all morning…

He’ll hold you
When the tempest rages all around
He’ll hold you
Plant your feet on solid ground
He’ll hold you
When the waves come crashing down
He’ll hold you through it all.

It reminds me of the words Jesus says in John 14, when He’s been telling His disciples what they need to know before He goes back to Heaven. That may be an oversimplification of the passage, I suppose, but towards the end He gives them this promise in verse 27:

27 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

In the middle of the night, when I’m in the darkest places, I’ve found myself calling out, even begging “Hold me, please…”  The Holy Spirit is always there whispering – “Dear one, I already am.”

He promises – even when I’m not able to ask, even when I’m not sure of His presence – He’s there.  He never lets go.  In the very hardest, most painful places of insecurity, hardship and unrest – He is holding tight, offering supernatural peace for my unruly heart.

 

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