His Arms Are Big Enough
And this is the will of him who sent me, that I shall lose none of
all that he has given me, but raise them up at the last day. Jn
16:39
One night recently in a worship service, I had one of those out of
the body experiences that rarely happen in my standard American
physician life. I saw and felt my life since residency sweep over me. I
saw my training, my bride, my children---young and grown—in joy
and in pain, my missionary years, my practice, my years in ministry, my
academic years---all the adventures, all the joy, long days of tears.
And the one thing I felt that overwhelmed me most was the vivid
discovery that God’s arms were big enough to hold it all.
We tend to go through life one day at a time, fighting our way
through the pressures, dealing with the pain as it comes, experiencing
the joy for the moment. There are moments within the rush of life when
we realize that we are not alone, and in those moments cry out for help
or a cry up word of thanks to the God who holds us in his arms. But much
of life waits for scheduled times with God to thank him and ask him for
help. Those of us who go to the Lord daily sometimes have a small field
of focus; it is the immediate future and the recent past that comes to
mind. Occasionally there may come upon us times where the whole slate of
our life is posted before us in a way that takes our breath and brings
our tears and squeezes our hearts. A human life in its expanse is an
awesome wonder. That wonder might turn into fear or despair, were it not
for the truth that the incredible content of our lives is safe with God.
How ever high the highs, low the lows, deep the depths, God’s arms
just sweep around them and hold them close like a mother her babe. We
can continue without despair. He will not drop us.
Dear Father,
Thank you for our security in You. Let us never seek to jump from Your
arms and face the world alone. Hold us back when we try. Amen.