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Everyone needs to be held

The Daily Grind

June 16, 2012
By Kimberly Morgan , The Inter-Mountain

There is a song played often that I love to stop and just listen to: "To Be Held by Natalie Grant." It begins with describing the loss of a baby by a mother. It continues by saying, "Who told us we'd be rescued? Why should we be saved from nightmares? We're asking why this happens?" And, concludes with this chorus, "This is what it means to be held. How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life. And you survive."

To be held is sometimes all we have. It's amazing and wonderful when loved ones are spared, we thank God when an accident is averted. I've heard it said over and over throughout the years that we know God is with us when good is the outcome, and rightfully so. But there also is the outcome of sickness, disease and even death. Does that mean God was only with us when survival and healing takes place? No, my friend. God is God, and He alone makes those calls. But, I can tell you this, it is a wonderful thing "to be held." The song continues to say, "When the sacred is torn from your life, and you survive. If hope is born of suffering, this is only the beginning."

Have you been dealt a bitter blow? Is your world crumbling around you? Are you on the mountaintop, but fear the valley? My answer to you is to discover what it is "to be held." I have said over and over this past 11 months that truly God has carried us.

It may be that Father's Day stings for you due to the loss of your dad, or the absence of a dad in your life. Know that you can be held by the ultimate and omnipotent (all powerful) Father of the universe. If you are a Father, did you know that your children will look to you as an example of God?. Truly, so many have a distorted view of God due to their lack of a father or a daddy. Know that Abba (Hebrew for papa or daddy) will hold you, become a father to you and show you what a "daddy" looks like.

I remember well when my own dad died. His fight with cancer was fought with more courage than I've ever seen. I smile when I think of him ordering the beef and pork from Campbell's Market to make sure the entire family had meat for a year. I chuckle when I think of him sending my sister and her hubby to Walmart to stock up for "everyone" before he went to Heaven. Was he perfect? Of course not, nor are we. But, his provision and his last days were filled with planning and care for all of us. That reminds me of our Heavenly Father.

Strange, but as I lie in the bed in my dad's home, I felt safe. That familiar feeling of being in my father's house was comforting. Weak and terribly sickly as he was, I knew that no harm could come to me with dad there. I remember marveling in that as I had come to take care of him, yet he "held me" and comforted me about his impending homegoing to Heaven.

What about you? Do you know what it is to have an earthly dad? Maybe not. But know you will find as my late daughter found and I have found since my dad passed, God will become your Abba Father when you are fatherless. If you are a father, take time to "hold" your children whether literally or just by spending time with them assuring them of your love for them.

This past year has been the biggest roller coaster ride of my life. Losing my girl was unspeakable; but by gaining a godly husband, I am so blessed and I finally feel safe again. Not only has God carried and held me, but he gave me a man who would do the same.

This week while frying chicken and preparing a meal, I tipped over the bench that goes with my country table in the kitchen. Ummm, did I mention I tipped it over on top of both of my feet? Bones broken and a hemotoma the size of a baseball popped up on my left foot and a golf ball on the right foot. I grimaced, and griped the counter with eyes shut. I couldn't walk, move nor utter a word. My husband picked me up quickly and carried me to the living room recliner, elevated my feet and applied ice to them.

Strange, I was hurt, but could do nothing. I could say nothing. I had to utterly depend on him to carry me and not drop me. I was helpless, yet I was being carried and "cared for" in silence. (Except for the gasps of horror from his daughter, Sarah.) God is like that, my friend. When we are hurt, wounded and rendered helpless, it is then that He carries us, "holds us" and tends to our hurts and pain. This was an illustration of what God has done for me this past year. Truly, He has carried me and applied balm to my heart, and comforted me in a million different ways. This is what it means "to be held."

(Kimberly Morgan, MA, is a wife and mom in Elkins. She is also a counselor at Cornerstone Christian Counseling and co-founder with her husband, Jamie, of Kristin's Hope. Contact her at 304-637-1109.)

 
 

 

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