laced like my fingers in Yours

i hand the glorious and the frightening,

the jubilant and the doleful over to You.

surrender is the call of the day. of every day. and every moment,

because the sweetest of wines and the richest of foods

cannot satisfy like You do.

because You are trustworthy.

and with You, i am safe, alive.

apart from You, i cannot do a thing.

i cannot speak. accomplish. invest.

i cannot breathe.

and this desperation is so real. my body aches with longing.

in Your rest, i retreat.

those wings, delicate and careful, are my hiding place:

where weeping and rejoicing are laced like my fingers in Yours.

You have always held my hand. it sounds silly. but it is true. when i was afraid of the dark and had nightmares that turned my flesh to stony dread. You accompanied me to my parents room; down the creaking hard stairs, the soles of my feet cold against tile. You nestled against me and lulled me to sleep with Your tenderness. You still do.

fear and worry cajole me into restlessness.

but You, my mighty Lord, settle the waters within.

shhh, be still.

psalms ninetythree.three,four

the seas have lifted up, o lord,

the seas have lifted up their voice;

the seas have lifted up their

pounding waves.

mightier than the

thunder of the great waters,

mightier than the

breakers of the sea-

the lord on high is mighty.

psalms sixtytwo.eight

trust in Him at all times, o people;

pour out your hearts to Him,

for God is our refuge.

selah.