Hold to the Rod

Traveling through mortality, we can outwardly appear as though physically on dry ground when spiritually and emotionally we are as if swimming through a stormy ocean. Sometimes we go under and, in the chaos of our flailing, we may drag others down as well. Unless we hold tight to the iron rod (symbolic of God's word), having the Lord and Redeemer as our foundation, we are spiritually drowning. Sometimes people go their whole lives, seeking things which can never satisfy, as they struggle along unaided. Like stubbornly independent little children, we sometimes grab hold only to let go as our head just clears the water. Immanuel, the Anointed, ever-patiently waits to save us the very moment we become willing to reach out and let Him raise us up.