"Jesus don't bite his nails"

I read that on facebook. It was like my very own modern day burning bush.

Fear often takes up residence in my mind and his buddy anxiety seems to settle quite nicely in my chest. They are the worst kind of neighbors. Loud and rowdy, you know the ones. They keep you up late at night and disturb you during the day. Once you think you have a moment of peace, they turn up the music and pound on your spirit.

Fear for me is like a huge freight train just about to descend a steep mountain. It slowly creeps up that climb and then BAM it's racing in what feels to be out of control. Heart pumping speed. All that weight and pressure pushing it faster and faster. You would almost think it impossible to stop. Then it comes out of no where, unexpected, the plateau.

A simple sentence. A picture of strength. Balm for my spirit. "Jesus don't bite his nails". No, it is not greatly profound. But to me it paints a picture of strength. It erases that of what appears to be out of control and replaces it with an image of my Saviours strong, nail scared hands reaching to me.

"Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from Him cometh my salvation. He only is my rock and my salvation; He is my defence; I shall not be greatly moved." Psalm 62: 1-2