A Weekend Of Clinging

This is what happens when you take a 2-year-old Great Dane for a walk in the woods. This is what my pants, shirt and socks looked like when we got back to the house. I'm still not sure how they got inside my boots...

Molly and I went for a tour of the property the other day, looking for fallen logs for a project for ladies retreat, and we ended up in some tall grass. Once we fought our way through, I came out covered in burrs. Apparently Molly's fur was a great barrier against them because she emerged with only a couple of the little Velcro-type seeds stuck to her.

It took the better part of an hour to get all the burrs off so I could wash my clothes. Molly and I sat on the deck together while I pulled each individual seed out. My clothes were fine, it just took some time to un-cling the burrs. (If it's not a word, it is now.)

Ye shall walk after the LORD your God, and fear him, and keep his commandments, and obey his voice, and ye shall serve him, and cleave unto him. Deuteronomy 13:4

These little burrs are the perfect example of how we should look at our relationship with God. We should be cleaving - clinging - so tightly to the Lord that someone would have to pry our fingers off of Him to move us away. In faith, we hold onto Him for dear life, not letting go with every new wind that blows through, but tightening our grip so we cannot be moved.

Make this a weekend of clinging to God. Whatever you're going through, hold on to Him so tightly that your knuckles turn white. Cling to Him in prayer, in obedience and in service to Him throughout the next two days. Find joy in His presence and peace in knowing He will never leave nor forsake you. Have confidence in knowing you're holding on to the One who will never change and will carry you through every circumstance that comes along.

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