Just Be Held

I woke up this morning in a state of prayer. I was in a middle of a dream and woke up confused as it seemed very real. When I realized it was just a dream, I felt the need to pray but wasn’t sure how I was supposed to pray. I asked God to guide me and this song, Just Be Held, by Casting Crowns immediately came to mind:

So when you’re on your knees and answers seem so far away

You’re not alone, stop holding on and just be held

Your world’s not falling apart, it’s falling into place

I’m on the throne, stop holding on and just be held

Just be held, just be held

I need to be reminded of several things from this song.

I’m not alone. When I’m on a journey that feels isolating, it’s usually because I make it isolating. If I’m not on my knees searching for God it will feel alone. If answers seem far away, it doesn’t matter because I’m on a journey with God. I’m in His very Presence. In order to be held, you have to be with someone else. Again, proving we’re not alone.
God has a plan. It might seem as though my world is falling apart as I knew it, but God is restoring it and making it as whole as possible before I meet Him in heaven one day. His grace will shine through the brokenness as I continue to reach for Him.
God is on the throne. I’m not on the throne. God is on the throne. I have no need to hold on, no need to try to beat Him to the throne. This is not musical chairs where God and I are circling around the throne, the only two left in the game with one seat left and waiting for the music to stop. Nope, God is already on the throne. He is God and I am not.
Stop holding on. I can let go of the throne I’m trying to climb up into because God is already there. Because He is God, He’s already got the situation in His hands. If I continue to try to hold on, I might prohibit His movement in my life. I must let go so He can mold the situation and mold me according to His plans.
Just be held. There is something so peaceful about this line to me because I don’t easily stop. I try to do and try to fix. The idea of being held requires that I trust that the person holding me has no ill intent of harming me. I trust this person to not drop me or hurt me. I trust…I believe…I give up trying to hold myself up. I allow someone else to carry my weight, my burdens, and my doubts.

God is a merciful God. He loves me when I fear. He loves me when I doubt. He loves me when I cry out to Him. Then I hear a sweet song in my head reminding me I’m not alone, He’s on the throne, and all I have to do right now is to be held. Praise be to God.