I picture myself in the palm of His hand. As I settle into the beauty of the scar, I’m at peace. Abiding in HIM, keeps the freshness of the sacrifice living and breathing. I choose to obey. I trust Him. I know that I am safe, tucked in His will.
His cupped hand shields me from the wind. I get comfy and snuggle in. Too comfy. My mind wanders. I look for something more. I stand.
Up high, on my toes, I’m like a little child in a candy store, peering out at all that is around me. I’m just going to look, Lord. I still love you. I still trust you. I still want, only you. Or do I?
Yet I’m lying to Him. I’m lying to myself. I go searching, when I’m drawn away by my own lusts. The lust of things. For more. I teeter totter along the edge. I’m never out of His Hand. For He has promised me.
It looks nice over there. Look at that beautiful scenery! I forget about Him, for the moment. How I’m only truly satisfied, In Him. The very center of Him.
I get knocked down by a gust of wind. Where are you, Lord? I’m right here, my child.
I never leave. You do the wandering.
4Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust.
5And beside this, giving all diligence, add to your faith virtue; and to virtue knowledge;
6And to knowledge temperance; and to temperance patience; and to patience godliness;
7And to godliness brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness charity.
8For if these things be in you, and abound, they make you that ye shall neither be barren nor unfruitful in the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.
9But he that lacketh these things is blind, and cannot see afar off, and hath forgotten that he was purged from his old sins.
10Wherefore the rather, brethren, give diligence to make your calling and election sure: for if ye do these things, ye shall never fall.