My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me.
Our souls are clinging to God. We are holding on, as if we are about to fall. In our minds we think that if we slip at all, it will be a disaster for sure. But all the while, God's right hand is upholding us.
In my mind, I can picture holding my own sons, when they were little. They would hold on to me, as if they were about to fall. Their little fingers would dig in, grasping, clinging to my shirt or around my neck. But there is no way they would ever fall. My right hand is upholding them. My grasp on them is far greater than their grasp on me. Only in their minds are they holding themselves up. If I were to let go, they would most assuredly fall. So I hold them up.
And I love every minute of them clinging to me.