May 2, 2008

We do experience circles of life. My grandmother held me at my beginning and I held her at her end. We began our relationship together with her hand being there for me. I’d reach out for it for stability, for guidance, for love. Her hand came to be a constant in my life.

Years passed and she watched me grow up while I watched her grow old. And I didn’t reach for her hand near as much, although I never doubted her support. Gradually our roles began to reverse and she began reaching for my hand.

Her husband’s death made my hands more important. I willingly took on tasks around her house. Then in recent years, when we’d leave home, she’d reach for my hand. Full circle.
Since her death, I still hold on to her through memories and through values that guide me. I’m also letting go. This is part of the journey of grief – realizing what should be clung to and what we can let go.

One thing I do know. I will continue to hold and to be held – for that is the nature of love. This week make an effort to consciously feel His hand.

“I am holding you by your right hand--I, the LORD your God. And I say to you, ‘Do not be afraid. I am here to help you.” Isaiah 41:13

With full commitment,
Pastor Steve