Hold On

Cocooned. Swaying. A soft breeze. Curled up in a hammock. Back. Forth. Back. Forth. Ever so gently. Feeling safe. Trusting. 

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My one and only experience in a hammock. Sure it was a bit difficult at first to just get in the thing. Hammocks have a way of swinging away from where you are just trying to sit down. but once you’re in, well maybe you’re not done yet, cause you have to get situated so you don’t get spit out.

We all see silly images of hammock hang-ups.  Crashing down. Twisting in several loops before the person is tossed out. One has to be determined to get in and stay awhile.

One also has to trust. Trust that one doesn’t get injured falling out. Trust that the connections are secure. Trust that all is well.

This reminds me of the Irish prayer about being held in God’s hand:

“May the road rise up to meet you                 

May the wind be always at your back.

May the sun shine warm upon your face;

the rains fall soft upon your fields 

and until we meet again,

May God hold you in the palm of His hand.”

Being cocooned in a hammock is like trusting God to hold you. Will He drop you? Will He let the connections sever and break? Or will you trust that He will hold you and keep you and save you from turmoil. Or perhaps, already being involved in turmoil, will He simply comfort you to give you hope, time to strengthen, time to feel a moment of safety? Do you trust in Him?

Although I had to leave the comfort of the hammock, I never lost the feeling of that moment of being held, feeling safety and comfort. Feeling God holding me in the palm of His hand.       Theresa M

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