Someone asked me to write about the lessons I learned while living with a broken arm.
Here is one prayer that I prayed in various ways through my trauma.
Lord I grasp out…NO! I grasp now… where before I only reached. Now I grasp feebly to the hand you so freely offer…Because you welcome me, clinging to you! I cling to you; your right hand upholds me. (Psalm 63:8, NIV)
You see my right arm was broken and God offered me his. My clinging did not depend on the strength I had but on the strength that he is! My clinging did not depend on my arm but on my clinging. While clinging means to hold onto something with arms or hands, it also means this.
-to adhere to something by sticking to it or staying very close to it
-to refuse to give up a belief or tradition that you have grown fond of or used to
-to have a strong emotional attachment to somebody
And so I clung. I pray you cling too, no matter your weakness… for he is our strength.
He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.(Isaiah 40:29, NIV)
Prayer- Lord, we cling, we cling, and we cling. Amen.