Today is the day when I set my timer for five minutes and write on a given topic - with minimal editing. This weeks topic --- GRASP.
The first image that comes to mind is my hand grabbing or being grabbed. Reaching for my husbands hand, my children holding mine - one more tight squeeze before turning out the lights (do they want me or the lights on longer).
Then a desperate comes to mind - desperate to hold onto something. Life or death holding on to some sort of hope.
Finally a quiet understanding - a coming into the presence of understanding of another persons ideas or an algebra problem. (Yes I did look up "grasp" but I did truly have all these images before reading the definition.)
It seems that these different images can all be passages from one to another. A desperate need to understand leads to a quiet hand holding and then a revelation.
The grasp of a hand from the water of someone drowning will receive a hand of comfort as they are saved and recovered. They will eventually grasp what has happened.
Less concrete, how similar are my days with Jesus. Grasping for His mercy and grace and love - desperately, comfortingly, and every once in a while with a mysterious experience of understanding.