Hither By Thy Help I’ve Come

The last few days have been hard. The writer in me wants to come up with a more dramatic word, but my brain hasn’t been working so well these last few days since we received news of my progression.

To say I’m not scared of the unknown facing me would be a lie. But even in my mental fog, faith still works. I’m holding onto Jesus, and He holds me fast.

When Bella-girl was four I wrote the post below… I’m thankful God had me write it. Because I can go back and remember His faithfulness.

“Hither by Thy help I’ve come.”

Moooommmmyyyy!” she cries, untwisting herself from her spot on the floor and running to curl next to me on the couch. “I don’t like this pawt,” she whispers as she pulls the blanket to cover us both, “Hold me?”

I put down my coffee cup and look down to see big brown eyes pooling with tears. I wrap my arm around her and then pull her even tighter. I pick her up and cuddle her into my lap, all the while whispering, “It’s going to be okay. You’ve seen this before, remember?”

She nods, not tearing her eyes from the movie scene and whispers back, “I know she’ll be okay. I KNOW it. I just need you to hold me fow the scawy paht.”

Soon the scene passes, the intense music fades and my little Bella returns to her contortions on the floor. She is happy and calm.

She just needed to be held through the “scawy paht”.

I sigh, picking up my coffee mug again, falling into silent reverie.

She is me.

Only I’m not crying over a cat falling into a river.

I’m crying over life.

It can all feel so overwhelming.

Like my Bella, some days I just need to be held. And I find there are a lot of “scawy pahts.” Each second is unknown. I’ve felt what it’s like to have the world drop out from underneath me, and I know how tenuous all this is.

It’s easy to work myself into a frenzy of fear. Easy if my hope is here… easy if my world is here… easy if my eyes are here.

But they’re not.

Like my Bella, the calm I can find is that I KNOW.

I know how it ends.

God wins.

All of this mess that life can be… it won’t follow… it CAN’T follow me into eternity.

But still in the trial, there are days when I just need to be held. And the beauty of His promise is that He is holding me all the time not just for the “scawy pahts.”

I’m held, no, I’m engraved on the palm of His hand. I can’t fall out. And His hand will carry me into eternity whenever that is.

And all of this? This fear? This pain? The “scawy pahts”?

None of that is engraved with me. Just me. Me and my Father.

And I’m held.

2 responses to “Hither By Thy Help I’ve Come”

  1. Chanley Chandler Avatar
    Chanley Chandler

    I’m glad we will have no fears in heaven and all will be bright, perfect. He will hold me fast…May you feel His nearness and love!❤️❤️❤️


  2. Dear Angie, you continue to be an encouraging testimony of how deeply God loves and sustains you.
    He will keep you here until your work is completed in the lives of others and He desires you to be with Him!
    John 17:24 What an encouragement that is…for each of us! Just told a younger long-time friend about you recently.


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