A limb has nearly broken off the pine tree near the front of our house.
Last year woodpeckers tapped it until there was a large hole, then the wind loosened the remaining branch, and now what is left hangs by a narrow strip of wood. Fat doves sit on it, apparently enjoying the bouncing landing they generate. I wonder how long the branch can survive, so I run to check after each windstorm. Still there—still holding fast. Still refusing to let go. Perhaps God is like that branch, holding onto me, refusing to let me go, keeping me beside Him no matter how I may strain or push away. I am part of Him and He loves me; I can’t fall. Thank you, Lord, for holding me to your side even when I fight to have my own way. Hold me fast, I pray. Amen.