by Christina Hubbard
When your faith is thin,
When your feet feel like they’re barely touching ground,
When rain melts your thoughts
As it pelts your body,
And you’re falling, falling,
but you’re slipping, slipping,
When your confidence is shaken,
Your will wavers like the dried petal on barren twig,
Remember who holds you still.
The thoughts escaping your control?
The worries running the hamster wheel inside your chest,
Comfort them with what you’ve always known.
You have not forgotten.
This is the faith born into your bones,
The trust a baby born knows at first breath.
We are meant to be held close,
Firmly and forever.
Hold fast. Here. He is near.
Hold tight. Now. He is your gravity.
Remember the embrace enveloping you.
What you cannot muster, He gives freely.
He catches you before the fall.
Relax into your faith.
Exhale fear into thin air.Tweet This
A meditation on Hebrews 11
The fundamental fact of existence is that this trust in God, this faith, is the firm foundation under everything that makes life worth living. It’s our handle on what we can’t see. Hebrews 11:1-2 (MSG)