Held

One of my weaknesses is not knowing what to say to someone who is going through a tremendously difficult situation. I can sit with them, cry with them, take them cookies and give them hugs, but I never quite know what to say.

But sometimes I think that might be ok. I think that most people don't really want you to try and fix it for them, especially when nothing you can say will fix it anyway. So maybe the best thing to do is to be there, ready to listen if they want to talk. Or just sit with them and watch something inane on TV.

In both real life and in blogland, I've come across some absolutely amazing girls that have had some stunning blows dealt to their lives. Over and over, I see such incredible faith being shown, even in the midst of asking why. And how. And where do we go from here?

That's what I love about our God. He doesn't mind that we ask why. He cries alongside of us, and holds us a little tighter when we can't see our way out of it. He knows that sometimes we feel far from Him, even though we know in our heads that He never leaves or forsakes us. He knows that sometimes we desperately just want to get back to normal, but we don't know what normal is anymore.

This is what it means to be held.

How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life

And you survive.

This is what it is to be loved

And to know that the promise was

When everything fell we’d be held.

- Christa Wells