Grasp

(Five Minute Friday)

And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, 18 may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deepis the love of Christ… Ephesians 3:17b-18

I have to wonder if God is trying to tell me something, because for the second FMF in a row He’s brought the exact same verse to mind.  But I digress….

I’m walking along with my baby girl in the gravel lot of a flea market in rural East Tennessee, holding her tiny hand securely in mine.  It’s a beautiful day and she’s having a wonderful time trying out her new skill:  walking.  I love my baby girl to the depths of my being and I love holding her hand – it reassures me that she is close by, helps me to keep her upright and enables me to pull her back up if she happens to fall.  I think it reassures her for the exact same reasons.  With terrible suddenness, her hand is ripped from my grasp and I see her carried off by a man running ahead of me.  In an instant my world is turned upside down and my mind is racing, at least the part of it that’s not numb with shock and horror.  I don’t think I can accurately describe the thoughts that were skittering around in my brain as I faced what must surely be every parent’s nightmare.  She was there – and then all of a sudden she wasn’t.  My hand was empty.

In this case, what appeared to be a child abduction turned out to be one person’s sadly mistaken idea of a joke, and the person running away with my daughter was someone we knew.  It was, in fact, my husband at the time.  (The fact that he would find this funny might shed some light on why he is no longer my husband)

How thankful I am, then, that there is NOTHING, NOTHING that can rip our hand from God’s grasp! 

And….I’m out of time.  🙂

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