A fierce tidal wave shocked you yesterday. Disturbing waves washed over you, drawing you into a curtain of darkness. Take heart: you didn’t drown. I pulled you out.
Yes, you’re in pain. I feel your misery.
Call to me when the waves get monstrous. Don’t give in to grief and do foolish things.
I pulled you from the churning waves and now I sit with you by the crackling fire. Can you feel the warmth? My arms embracing you? I pull you close and kiss your hair. You are my child, my beloved daughter, and I hold you close.
Sense the warmth of my embrace. My words caress your cheek. I know your heartbeat and your breath.
You will ache with loss–sometimes engulfed by it and other times only a whisper– for the rest of your life here. This world is not a safe one. It is rife with chaos and evil and struggles.
But don’t give in.
I walk with you always and there are days when I carry you. Some days I will be your life guard, pulling you out of an agonizing tidal wave.
But I will never leave you. Never.
Morning, noon, and night I cry out in my distress, and the Lord hears my voice. He ransoms me and keeps me safe from the battle waged against me, though many still oppose me.
Psalm 55:17–18
Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved.
