Psalm 63:8 I cling to you; your right hand upholds me.
My heart rate slows; my blood pressure plummets when I read the last part of this verse. Can you feel the gears shift? Desperation melts into trust. Self-effort dissolves when the Almighty God of the universe gets His grasp on you.
My mind’s eye catches a snapshot of glances between me and my Father. Legitimate fear got me to this place, the place of clinging. I clutch with all the strength of a toddler and stare up to His eyes for reassurance, safety, relief, deliverance. His return glance comes with a strong right-handed clasp and a twinkle, revealing full awareness of the disparity between my inadequacy and His competency.
There’s no shame in being a clinger! Unless, of course you believe that your clinging outshines His upholding.