I grasp at moments, seeking to hold on to a minute or two of pause in a busy day, and they slip through my fingers like sand as the telephone rings, and someone knocks on the door. I hide myself away for a moment of peace, and there is a need, as the tears flow and I comfort the hurting as my heart beats out the rhythm of time passing. Minutes race by and appointments pop up with no time to plan, and I grasp for my papers, unfinished, the sermon still forming in my head as I take a deep breath and pray that it all falls into place. There's the grasp of a hand on my shoulder in passing, and I stop again, smile, and summon my swirling thoughts into stillness as I reach for a greeting, a word of connection. I grasp, seeking, and yet what I find is not what I had searched for.
I seek rest, and find connection.
I seek peace, and find hurt.
I seek stillness, and find that I am caught up in the chaos of busyness.
I seek myself, and find You.
I grasp the sense that You are here through it all. You are in it all. You are guiding me to a new understanding that although I can't control time, I don't need to. When I am in your grasp, you are bringing all things together for good.