“I will be your God throughout your lifetime – until your hair is white with age. I made you, and I will care for you. I will carry you along and save you.” – Isaiah 46:4, NLT
I often forget that I am carried by Him. I tend to forget that in all of these moments that I am living, I can be found with His arms around me. I forget to give Him what I am holding so tightly in my sweet little hands. They hold too much sometimes, holding relationships and situations that feel too big. Those relationships and situations only feel big because I’ve held and stared at them for too long instead of setting my eyes on Jesus. He is the only one that can fix them anyway. My situations fit really well in His arms, they don’t overpower Him.
Lately, being held by God, by Jesus, by His Holy Spirit, is all I can think about. Life is too heavy to find yourself anywhere else besides His arms. I am realizing more and more that God’s arms hold memory of me, they have known my tears, known my laugher, my deepest fears, and my quiet and loud joys. His are the arms that welcome me home, the ones that are holding me up so I won’t trip, the ones that carry me when my legs can’t do it anymore, the ones that hold me simply because I need to be held with no explanation needed. I hope I remember I will always find myself held, even when I think I won’t be. I hope always let Him wrap His arms around me.
“You’ve brought me to the end of myself and this has been the longest road. Just when my hallelujah was tired, you gave me a new song. Now I’m letting go, falling into you. You unwind me until I am totally undone and with your arms around me, fear was no match for your love. I am found with your arms around me, I can let it all go. While you hold me, I can let it all go. You are the safest place to let it all go.” – Steffany Gretzinger