It's never pretty when we lose our grip.

People or things we hold dear often end up hurt or broken as we do or say things that just aren't normal.

Normally, I don't move my sugar jar.

I take my spoon to it.

But, in the early hours of this morning, I picked the whole thing up and in the process, I lost my grip.

And now I have to fix what never should have broken.

Do you have things in your life that need to be fixed?

Relationships?

Family routines?

Attitudes?

Perceptions?

Priorities?

Sometimes, losing your grip is the only way to know there's a problem.

Because it's in losing our grip that we come face to face with the reality that we really can't hold things together on our own anyway.

It's hard for me to let go of things, but I'm learning more and more every day that the act of letting go is the beginning of being set free.

Because letting go means we are allowing Someone else to hold on more tightly than we ever could.

Isn't it funny how we cling to things as if we have any kind of power anyway?

As if our grip means anything more than selfish pride.

My sugar lid will forever show the scars of my inability to hold on tightly.

But I hope it is a daily morning reminder of just how little I can really hold onto anything in this life.

I'm thankful to know that He who made me never loses His grip.

He never loses His grip on any of us.

Nothing can snatch us from His hands.

Colossians 1:17

He is before all things,

and in him all things hold together.

John 10:29

My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all;

no one can snatch them out of my Father's hand.

I hope you will feel His grip on your life today even if you feel like you are losing yours.

He's holding you.

Maybe that's what Jesus' scars are all about......

God let go of His Son just long enough to save us.