Life and other catastrophes · Relating to God

Secure in His arms

Today I had a near-death experience. Well, it felt like one anyway.

I was trapped in a narrow stairwell in an underground carpark. I had opened and closed a door behind me, believing I would walk out onto the streets outside. But instead I discovered nothing but stairs, doors which locked from the inside, and concrete. I tried each door, but to no avail. They would not open.

As it began to dawn on me I couldn’t get out, I tried to imagine how long I could last in there without losing my breath. I was in a small space, surrounded by walls and one small vent. The vent seemed to be enclosed, allowing minimal air in. I felt a bit lightheaded after only a couple of minutes in there, and started to panic.

“Lord,” I prayed. “Please send someone to help me.”

I then went systematically to each of the four doors and banged and knocked, hoping someone in the quiet carpark would hear. Then I just settled on one one door and banged, called out and knocked for a while, praying and seeking God’s peace at the same time.

It wasn’t long before God sent someone. “Hello?”

“Hello, are you there?” Within a minute a man came, opening the door for me. His friend was waiting for him in the car. “That was lucky,” he said. “I wasn’t going to drive down this way, but I needed to turn the car around…”

“Thank you so much!” I said with relief.

I walked out and found daylight – this time, through the correct exit. I smiled at the strangeness of life and the goodness of God, before realising I was quite rattled by the experience.

I looked down at my carpark ticket, issued by the company ‘Secure’, which owned the parking station. In small print were the following words:

“No warranty as to the security of this car park is expressed or is to be implied by the word ‘secure’ in our trading name.”

In other words, even though their trading name was ‘Secure’, it didn’t mean that I, nor my car, would be upon entering.

There are no guarantees in life, especially when it comes to our security. And this company certainly wasn’t promising any.

In my moment of insecurity, trapped inside the stairwell, I felt a strong certainty at the same time. I was certain that, should I lose my breath completely, I would awaken again to the face of my beautiful Saviour, Jesus. The one who promises me his loving presence, in life and in death.

Sure, I don’t always trust Him completely, as I did in that moment of need. But I do know deep down that there’s no security like the kind found in Him.

Safe in the arms of Jesus,
  Safe on His gentle breast,
There by His love o’ershaded,
    Sweetly my soul doth rest.

(Taken from the hymn by F. Crosby, 1868)

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26 thoughts on “Secure in His arms

  1. Reliance upon God can be a tricky thing to hold onto. Even more so, detachment from our own wants on this plane…feeling that we are entitled to or own anything here…hard to keep that firmly in mind…

    Thanks for sharing this experience, sister!

    1. Very true… our ‘treasures’ truly are in heaven, but it can be hard to remember that sometimes. Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts, much appreciated.

  2. This was really a powerful moment and post, Ali! So thankful for how He sent someone to you and for how you felt secure, no matter what. My heart was pounding some! God bless you and thank you for sharing His messages to us!

    1. Thank you Debbie! I’m so thankful too… there’s a reason for every experience isn’t there. God bless you as you share your heart with us today, thank you for being a blessing to me.

  3. Ali!! Oh so glad to hear you’re good! How wonderful it is to know that even in a tight spot, His eyes are ever watchful on you and that He guides us not just in the big things of life but even when we get lost in a stairwell. From a tight spot to a wide open space filled with air and sunshine. Hugs dear girl! Sharon

    1. Hi Sharon! Thanks for reading, and yes, absolutely!! Beautifully expressed. There is no space too small or too wide for Him to reach us in.
      Blessings,
      Ali

  4. Fanny Cosby – Surely one of the greatest hymn writers of all time, have you ever investigated her life story? It’s fascinating. You can see her tomb stone at a church on The Gower peninsula in Wales.

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