Infinite Grasp

My youth pastor once told me about how his wife, on the drive to her grandfather’s funeral, slammed the backs of her hands on to her thighs, palms up in desperation to have God take control.  She was letting go.

I have a hard time letting go of things.  My grasp can be pretty tight.  Its not that I just have a firm grip, I have a complicated grip on things.  I dig my fingers in deep, weaving whatever I have my mits on up to my wrists, around and around, so really it would take a knife to cut me loose.

But, what I think is an unbreakable bond between me and the object is a mere piece of twine in God’s eyes.  He’s calling me to let go, throw my palms up in surrender to His plans, His ideas, His love.

Contrary to what I think on a daily basis, my grasp does not equal control.  Grasping is my finite attempt to reach an infinite God.

He is already right in front of me and won’t ever leave.

Five Minute Friday

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6 thoughts on “Infinite Grasp

  1. What wonderful insight you have to our Mighty God! He is always right there – regardless of what we think. Have a wonderful day!

  2. Oh friend we are such kindred hearts when it comes to the illusion of control. Putting our hands into what we think we can make happen when He holds all of it in His hands and He is just waiting for us to let go of it and trust Him completely. Thank you so much for sharing! Blessings!

    1. Control is one of the things I struggle with most in my personal relationship with God (and others…). And its one of those sneaky attributes, like pride, that tries to hide behind good intentions or disguise itself like something else.

      Here’s to open hands with palms up!

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