Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Props for Your Leaning Side

"Lean on me . . . when you're not strong . . . I'll be your friend to lean on."

Remember that popular song? I'm sure you do. It's one of those songs that seems to be timeless and relevant for young and old alike. That's because we all need someone to lean on in life . . . someone to support us . . . and prop us up . . . and be our strength when ours seems gone. And if we have that someone, we gain confidence and courage just knowing that we are not alone.

I'm so thankful for family and friends who've "held me up" in my "leaning times" - with their prayers, encouragement, and presence. And I'm grateful, most of all, for Someone who never leaves my side . . . who understands me better than I understand myself. . . whose everlasting arms never tire . . . and whose shoulders are big enough to carry the weight of His world.

I like what W. E. McCumber said: Jesus "props us on the leaning side," and the prop is Jesus Himself.


Learning to lean, learning to lean,
I'm learning to lean on Jesus.
Finding more power than I've ever dreamed,
I'm learning to lean on Jesus.
~John Stallings~

Mill Creek - John David's favorite boyhood swimming hole
I chose these pics because of the trees leaning across the creek and propped up by other trees.

4 comments:

Southern Lady said...

Pretty pictures and very insightful words. I lean on Jesus every day of my life. I don't know how to do anything else.
Carla

Ginny Hartzler said...

What striking and unusual photos. Of course I remember the song. "We all need sombody to lean on." I think it's the light in those photos that helps make them mysteriously compelling.

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

That was a beautiful and inspiring entry. I love the picture of the leaning trees

Betsy Banks Adams said...

Great pictures, Glenda, and interesting thoughts. We all do need each other.... People NEED people!!! That's just all that there is to it... We need someone to 'lean' on!!!!

Great post... Love the leaning trees in the pictures.
Hugs,
Betsy