Charis, my granddaughter (almost 3) clung to Stephen, her dad, with all her might.
She was terrified of the ocean waves that lapped around my son’s feet. Later in the week she ran, splashed and laughed in those half inch waves. But on that day, the first morning of our vacation at the beach last week, she was clinging to her daddy for dear life.
The same week I read the following quote by Charles Spurgeon:
God gives to His people the propensity to cling. Though this is a very simple sort of faith, it is a very complete and effectual form of it. In fact, it is the heart of all faith, and that to which we are often driven when we are in deep trouble or when our mind is somewhat bemuddled by sickness or depression in spirit. We can cling when we can do nothing else, and that is the very soul of faith. Always cling to what you know.
Charis clung to her daddy for dear life. But more importantly, underneath her were the strong, sure arms of her father. It wasn’t so much Charis who clung to her daddy, but her daddy who held his little girl in his loving arms. That’s how it is when we cling to our heavenly Father. We cling to him with all the faith we can muster, but underneath are the everlasting arms.
Are you in trouble? Depressed? Sick? Cling to your loving Father. He’ll never let you go.
photo by bubba altrogge (hey, that’s what Charis named me)