He Never Lets Go

This morning while walking in somnolence to the gym I noticed the Sun had not yet made her grand appearance.
It was 5:10 a.m. as I made my way across the barely lit parking lot.  I spotted a man hanging around the grocery store at a nearby bench.
The bench attracted a wide variety of people.  Workers on break smoking a cigarette, some complaining, few smiles. Then there were the homeless who always asked for a quarter to get a smoke.  But this man looked suspicious as he eyed me from his position on the sidewalk.
I made an attempt to create distance and found myself tumbling to the ground.  Instinctively I rolled to protect my middle aged bones.  I sat for a few seconds, stunned.  Then I remembered the stranger and propped myself up as quick as I could muster.  I figured the stranger would do one of two things. Only God knew his intentions and I feared the worse.  I reasoned that he could surprise me and run to my aid.
It was a bittersweet mixture of relief and chagrin as I saw him turn his back.
Awww, the great pretense.  See nothing, hear nothing.
I made a grateful assessment that I had no serious injuries.  Not even a scrape.  And my phone was intact.
 This may be insignificant, but there is a lot going on in my world.  I feel that ALL events are a lesson here on Earth.  What was my lesson here I wondered.
My heart heard comfort.  I have been in far worse times. And God has shown me time and again that I am never alone.  Not sprawled out on dark pavement, not in the midst of the unknown future.
I may stumble and grope but I need fear no evil.  For I serve a mighty God.  He keeps on loving and never lets go.