Held

Held

I imagine myself standing before that great waterfall in Alaska…its roar thundering, its mist rising, the sheer force of it reminding me of the beauty and wonder of this world. And in that moment, as I face such awe, I sense God right behind me. I don’t see Him, but I feel Him…wrapping His arms around me, holding me.

In that moment, I am held.

I’ve felt this same presence through grief and loss…especially in the deep ache of losing Michael. I’ve felt held in the hard moments with my children, watching them stand at crossroads and make choices that shaped their lives. I’ve felt God’s embrace in hardship, over and over again throughout my life.

Lately, I’ve found myself waiting. Waiting for something to shift, for peace to settle. I’ve experienced the highs of joy and the depths of loss, sometimes so close together. But through it all, one thing has remained: I’ve been held. Sometimes it’s God holding me up when I can’t stand on my own. Other times, it’s a quiet, steady holding that gives me space to breathe and rest.

To be held is a gift.

And I think in this season, God is inviting me not just to recognize that I’ve been held, but to rest in it—to slow down, breathe, and simply be in His presence. No striving. No anxiety. No need to accomplish anything. Just resting in His goodness.

There is peace in His arms. And I want to crawl into His lap, lean back against His chest, and let His breath calm my soul.

God has been holding me all along. And maybe that’s enough for today…to stop, to be still, and to remember that in every joy, every hardship, every uncertain moment…

I am held.