Held

A year ago I received a call that no mother ever wants. My husband, John, and two older sons, Josiah and Tyler, had gone hiking for the weekend in Colorado. When John called sobbing in the middle of the day, I knew something had gone gone horribly wrong.

The story slowly unfolded. They had just come down off a particularly steep area, when twelve-year-old Tyler lost his footing. Stumbling, he jumped into some snow to try to regain his footing, but that snow ended up being ice. After sliding 50 feet down the icy slope, he hit a field of rocks and went down another 50 feet in a rockslide. Partially covered in rocks, he couldn’t move. It took John 15 agonizing minutes to get to him. Because they couldn’t get back to the original trail and the cell phones had no coverage, they had to walk 2 ½ hours down the rocky slope with Tyler’s arm broken and leg gashed. Josiah had to go ahead and find safe footing while John held onto Tyler’s good arm to keep him from falling.

Tyler was bruised up, but the only bruise on his head was from where his bleeding hand had miraculously shielded his head from a large rock when he landed. It was nothing short of a miracle. John said as he watched Tyler fall, he really didn’t think that he would survive the fall.

For me, that night was filled with nightmares of what should have and could have been. I would be at his funeral, or he would be calling me, and I couldn’t get to him. Slipping into my prayer chair was easy in the middle of that night. It felt like the only safe place. I curled up with my Bible, my tears, and my fears. I could not stop the image of him falling from replaying in my mind over and over again. When disaster comes near, you realize how vulnerable you are.. A bad diagnosis, a tragic accident, and other devastating possibilities that happen in a dangerous world  have a way of stripping us of our false feelings of being invincible.

As I sat in my chair using my blanket as a shield, God spoke to my heart. “Do not imagine him falling without him being held. He was held by me.”

For me, that changed everything.

And so it is with you, me, your children, my children, your family, and mine. We are held. Sometimes the story doesn’t come out pristine and amazing like Tyler’s did. We’ve had those kinds of stories too. In fact, just two short weeks after Tyler’s fall, my much loved childhood youth pastor and his wife were killed in a head-on collision. Their four children and our community have been held. Hurting? Immensely. Held? Without a doubt.

We are held.

We are held if our marriage is floundering.

We are held if our children are wayward.

We are held if our money is tight.

We are held if we are losing one we love.

We are held if we are struggling emotionally.

We are held when we are betrayed.

We are held when the unexpected devastation happens.

This One we are held by is strong enough, wise enough, and loving enough to know what to do.

We may not know what tomorrow brings, but He does. We may not know what to do with the pain, but He does. We may not know the next step, but He does—always. His
heart is always toward us and for us, inviting us to come near. No matter what your situation is, you can trust Him with it. You are not alone. You are held.

Word of the Day:

Yet I still belong to you, you hold my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, leading me to a glorious destiny. Whom have I in heaven but you? I desire you more than anything on earth. My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak, but God remains the strength of my heart; he is mine forever. (Psalm 73:23-26)

Father, Thank You that I am never alone. Even though I may not always be able to see that You are there, help me to see that you have never left my side. I give my situation to You. Help me to learn things about You and Your heart towards me in this situation that I could not have seen in any other way. Thank You that You love me unconditionally and help me to trust You. I give my situation to You and the need to control it. Instead, I chose to trust You and Your heart towards me. Help me to see You as You truly are. Thank you that You hold my life in Your hands.

Author:  Wendy Gerdes

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