Tonight I was walking through the garden after weeding, just checking on things, and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted two pea plants hanging on together. The one was closer to the trellis, and had already started to grow up on it, but the other one was just out of reach (thanks to my inability of making a straight line). It was as if the first pea plant had reached out its hand to help along the other one who couldn’t reach.
Much like a friend who reaches out to help you, to give you a hand.
Psalm 18:16 (AMP)
He reached from on high, He took me; He drew me out of many waters.