See His light, and see the way.
May I cling to it, not by my strength, but by the grace that makes me to stick to it.
May I look for the light of the Son every morning until I see the strand to walk on with soul feet that cling all holy stick to it.
The way is impossibly narrow. No way can I see it, or walk it, or stick to it with spider-like feet all tenatious and sure as truth is true that every hunger and thirst will be provided on the narrow; except that Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Light.
I've never seen a spider fall off the web. It is created to walk a narrow that, many times, only it can see.
But, wonder of light! And wonder of being made a new woman, created with sticky soul feet and holy hope that everything I need for life today will be provided on the narrow; and created also with holy fear of falling off the narrow because to fall off means to die. And that can mean only one thing; that what was thought to be salvation from death and grace for life has been nothing other than tenatious pride that believes, as pride does, my strength is sufficient.
Thing is, pride comes before the fall.
May I be humble creation,with eight very sticky soul feet, and with eight eyes that, as spider eyes, can only detect light and dark.
I want eyes like that!
written by Carolyn-Elizabeth Roehrig