This post is written to link with Five Minute Friday: write for five minutes on a one word prompt.
The prompt today is “safe.”
I stood in line for the flying fox, watching as my friend climbed up to take her turn and was fitted with her harness. I felt a little anxious. She had recently had some problems with her back and I wasn’t sure this was a good idea, but she was determined to have a go.
She got herself ready, but just as she was about to launch herself to begin the ride, I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to pray for her safety. The strength of it puzzled me- it felt so urgent, like it really mattered. It didn’t make sense, but I had to pray, so I did, watching as she travelled all the way across, and breathing a sigh of relief when she made it safely to the other side. I couldn’t understand why the urge to pray had been so strong, but my tendency is always to worry far too much, so I put it down to that.
It was only later, talking to someone else who had been at the other end of the flying fox when my friend came off, that I discovered what was behind it. Her safety harness had not been fastened correctly, so if she had lost her grip, there would have been nothing to prevent her falling to the ground!
I had no idea of this at the time, and it scared me to think about what could have happened, but I’m convinced that God prompted me to pray and that somehow that was important in keeping her safe.
It caused me to reflect that, while I often seek safety through controlling circumstances, true safety is to be found in God, and that is where I should be looking. It doesn’t dispense with the difficult questions about the times when people are not kept safe or protected from harm, but I think God probably protects us and keeps us safe more than we ever realise, and ultimately we have the assurance that our eternal future is safe in his hands.
“This I declare about the Lord: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust him.” (Psalm 91:2 NLT)