Take his hand
My grandson, Aevin, was fishing behind my house when his hook and line got caught in a tree. I walked down to check on his “fishing progress” and Aevin showed me his dilemma. It was a brand new bait! “Sorry, buddy,” I said, as I quickly determined that he simply could not reach it.
But, never underestimate an eighteen year old boy. In spite of the cold, off came his shoes, shirt, and socks. He looked around the yard for things to assist him in the effort. Then he tugged and pulled until, sure enough, the bait was within his reach. I can only describe it as pure joy as he held that new bait in his hand again.
Yesterday, was “Retreat Sunday” at church. Forty men who spent the weekend at a camp finding God celebrated together. “Free, free, forever we’re free” they sang at the top of their lungs. I’m pretty sure pure joy would describe God as He watched men who had been caught up sin become free indeed.
If you’re struggling today, tangled up, but seeking freedom, God is reaching for you. Just take His hand.
Have a great week. Hugs, 2 mama