Take the Hand

I read a novel last month entitled Beneath A Harvest Sky by Tracie Peterson and found a nice story on it.
Here we go...
      There was a man whose boat capsized in a storm on the ocean. The man can't swim but as fortune would have it, he finds himself next to a rusty old buoy. He clings to that buoy out in the middle of a stormy sea, praying and pleading that God will rescue him. He grows more weary by the minute, but still he holds on to that old buoy for fear drowning. Then, much to the man's surprise and answered prayer, a rescue boat draws up alongside and a sailor reaches out a line to rescue the man.
      The sailor throws out the rope over and over, but the man won't let go of the buoy. It's almost as if the meager safety he has as he clutches the buoy is better than the hope of what safety he might have in the ship. The sailor pleads with the man to let go of the buoy and be rescued, but the man's fears refuse to let him trust. The storm worsens and the the boat moves away to safety, leaving the man to drown.
      In many part of my life, I just like this man. Hold on to what I have on hand, believing that it somehow save me instead of God and the end of this just a great failure. But then I always rest in the fact that no matter how many times I fail, God will never. He forgives my mistrust and help me start over. He desires only that we draw near to Him-love Him and yield our lives to Him. And another thing I learn from my foolishness of hold on the thing I love is, the more tight I hold it, the fastest it gone. To let go is a key to get the thing.

Love and Peace

girlandhers