BORN TO CLING

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I am a clinger by nature. I have always clung. The trouble is I clung onto stuff and people. Tenaciously, passionately, relentlessly, and dangerously and sometimes deadly, I clung. I clung on for dear life, somehow convincing myself I needed some thing or some person to breathe – as though my very life depended on whatever thing or whatever person to which or to whom I clung. I was a clinger, alright. I still am.    
            
I didn’t need to stop clinging and clutching and cleaving. I simply needed to change the focus, the object, and the recipient of my clinging. God didn’t create us to cling to the things and the people of this world. He created us to cling, and to cleave, and to bind ourselves to Him. The Creator. We were created to cleave to our Creator. Instead, I clung to the world.    
                                                                                  
Today, I am more of a clinger than I ever was. The difference is that I am clinging to Christ. How wrong I was to think my life depended on clinging to the world. My life, my very breath, my salvation, my deliverance, my provision, my redemption, my hope, my joy, my faith, my peace, my love, my mercy, my forgiveness, my healing, my safety, my protection, my future, my promise of eternity in heaven, my everything that truly matters is in One alone. The Christ to whom I cling.      
                                                                
Sometimes, I find myself reaching out my arms to cling once more to the things and people of this world. Then, I find myself trying to catch my breath. To come up for air. To stop from sinking. To keep from drowning. To wake from sleeping. To rise from falling. To get up from stumbling. For I find myself fallen again. Broken again. Bruised again. Scraped and cut up again. Knees and heart bloody from an old mistake. Mistakenly clutching to the world again. Then, I remember, there is only one way. Not just any old way. The Way. The Truth. The very Life. And there is only one way to making my way back to the Way.                                                                                                      
I repent. I return. I fall down at God’s throne of grace and receive His mercy as He pours Himself into me. And I throw my arms around Him once again and cling to my King.

We were born to cling. To Him. My Lord, my King. 

“Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.” John 14:6 KJV

“If there arise among you a prophet, or a dreamer of dreams, and giveth thee a sign or a wonder,
And the sign or the wonder come to pass, whereof he spake unto thee, saying, Let us go after other gods, which thou hast not known, and let us serve them;
Thou shalt not hearken unto the words of that prophet, or that dreamer of dreams: for the Lord your God proveth you, to know whether ye love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul.
Ye shall walk after the Lord your God, and fear him, and keep his commandments, and obey his voice, and ye shall serve him, and cleave unto him.
And that prophet, or that dreamer of dreams, shall be put to death; because he hath spoken to turn you away from the Lord your God, which brought you out of the land of Egypt, and redeemed you out of the house of bondage, to thrust thee out of the way which the Lord thy God commanded thee to walk in. So shalt thou put the evil away from the midst of thee.” Deuteronomy 13:1-5 KJV underlining added for effect
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