This summer I took a college course where we went on a field
trip to Pilot Knob Hill—a sacred Native American site. Getting off the bus, I
noticed the route we were taking started with a partially paved road that went on
for a ways and then abruptly ended.
Walking the first leg of the journey was easy, but beyond the paved
ground was undeveloped space: rocky and
uneven. I knew I couldn’t continue alone.
Seeing my need, my professor quietly appeared at my side and
like a gentleman, offered me his hand. As
we walked, I noticed that the harder the terrain became, the more aware and
grateful I was of his tightening grip, holding me steady, helping me walk.
This moment had become a picture of God’s grace. It seems that He is continually leading us
out into uncharted territory, and like a gentleman, He offers his hand. The harder life gets, the more we find ourselves
held fast in His secure embrace.
How about you? Where
have you seen God’s grace abound? If you
were asked to write a metaphor or compose a scene, how would you picture God’s
gracious grip holding your life?
Photo by K. LaDuke, trail leading to Mt. Bierstadt, CO.
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