Whatever your heart clings to and confides in, that is your God.

Martin Luther

My soul clings to you;  your right hand upholds me.

Psalm 63:8

Sometimes, eighteen month old Maddi is a little clingy.  Even while playing with her big sister, Samantha, she is  looking around the room searching for her mom, dad or other family member.  It seems Maddi  can’t walk by one of us without reaching out to hug our legs or hold our hands. When she isn’t feeling well or is upset, she glues herself to her mom and can’t be pulled away.  She loves the big people in her life and wants to be near them. When she is being held and comforted she is secure and happy.

In Psalm 63, we read that the Psalmist was a little clingy sometimes. He was clinging to God.  The word cling used here can be translated as adhere to or being glued to as two pieces of wood are glued together.

I wonder what my life would look like if I “glued” myself to God.  I would certainly be aware of his Presence.  There would be great comfort in knowing he was near.  I can’t imagine the sense of security I would experience as I was glued to our all-powerful and loving Lord.

Many years ago, I heard a speaker describe a vine winding around a tree  as a picture of this clinging.  Year after year as the vine continued to cling and hold tighter and tighter to the tree, here and there the bark would actually begin to grow over the vine.  A casual observer would be unable to telll the difference between the vine and the tree.

Perhaps, over the years, as our hearts cling to God, we will begin to look like him.

Like our little Maddi, I am going to begin to look around in my world for the one who truly cares for me, gluing myself to my Heavenly Father when I need comfort and security – always reaching for his loving hand.

I guess sometimes it is good to be a little clingy.

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