As you know, I like words.
But the truth is, sometimes there are no words. Or at least very few.
I look around and see the urgency of the need.
I’m drawn to my knees, drawn into the reality of God-I-Am-Present.
There is power here.
Hear my words, I say.
And when my words fail, hear my heart.
And when my heart fails, hear your own heart, beating back to you the steady rhythms of strength and presence.
The word that comes is hold.
Hold.
It fits tonight.
In the waiting.
In the heaviness that feels too big.
And so I plead.
Jesus, hold.
Hold.
