God holds you. Day 9.
Today’s announcement of school closures demands a massive recalibration of expectations. This will not end soon. I keep hearing people say “how will we get through this?” I wish I knew.
At the same time, my kids (ages 3 & 4) are having the time of their lives. They haven’t been rushed for a week. They haven’t even been in a car. They wake up late and play all day. The surfaces in our house are covered in art projects. Life is slow and full.
When the psalmist told us about our journey through the valley of the shadow of death, he promised goodness in the midst of it.
You set a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
That’s not to say the enemies disappear. Fear and greed and misguided leaders and sickness and despair are present and accounted for. But among them, something else appears.
I don’t know any better word for it than grace. It looks like cherry blossoms and smells like kids coming in from outside and sounds like a three-year old belting Frozen 2 and tastes like chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven.
The table has been set. My cup overflows.
Sleep well world. God holds you.