This grape vine tendril knows to cling is good. It finds strength at the ready when the top gets heavy or winds want to whip it loose from the arbor. It stays fast to its mooring ~ its grounded, planted deep, rooted place.
Clinginess and clingy seem like unhealthy words. Yet, to cling is wise sometimes:
I cling to the rock that is higher.
I cling to an anchor that steadies.
I cling to truth that is more than merely what I believe.
I cling to my marriage vows.
I cling to covenant friendships.
I cling to the roots, traditions, and heritage of family.
I cling to faith.
I cling to a few unfinished dreams.
Clinging is different than clutching in fear.