Someone I dearly love is battling acute mental illness. I am scared, I am overwhelmed. My heart breaks for the one I love. I am trying to be brave.
I turn to the One who knows, who keeps track: of my every tossing through the night, of every wandering of the one I love. I crawl under and hide in the shadow of the One who tenderly keeps every tear: rivers tracing cheeks and frozen ice locked in shock. I call to God from a broken heart. And I know He hears. I know as never before: He is with me; He is for me; He is with and for the one I love.
And here, in my weakness and trembling, strange courage floods my veins and pulses strong: courage not my own. I am pressed, tiny and vulnerable, under tender wings. And His heart-beat, so close to mine, becomes my own.
I don’t know where this road will turn next or where this story will end; but here, in this moment, what I can’t see or touch is more real than what is visible. Here, in the steadfast love and faithfulness of God, I am held.