I can tell you there’s nothing better than having strong arms holding you tight
for longer than a consoling or obligatory hug, for as long as the one being held holds on.
Until they have emptied themselves of what’s been brimming, aching,
on the verge of
I worried about her. Left our shelter to be on her own and then as we decided today “things got hard…illness, upheaval…all hell broke loose and hard stuff happened”.
My imagination went wild and tragic.
She was not home, would not answer.
I finished a meeting early and decided to try again, she may be home
or the car might have moved and come back.
The apartment complex entry, scattered with porch sitters and juveniles turning to notice my car.
I had taken her to church with me, I’d confronted her struggles and we’d found our way back to good.
We’d talked about Jesus together.
I get the chance to come to know women at a loss for winning
You can’t imagine the climb from hopeless to possible.
Nor the fear of trying to be good and safe and alone with no one to depend upon but you.
So, when I hugged her goodbye and she cried, fragile arms shaking and shoulder blades a’quiver.
I held her and she cried.
For a long time.
And she asked me to pray for her and I thought fleetingly
I’ll pray now, out loud and pleading.
But, it seemed self-serving and held tighter instead, my hands on her back, her face against my chest.
I’d been calling. I’d decided I’d be met by tragedy if ever I might find her again.
Her phone stopped working, she explained.
So, on my kitchen counter now lies an old yet new one I’d found at bottom of my pocketbook, the downgraded discarded upon upgrade I said.
“I have a phone, you can have it.
Things will be better.
Pray. One day, one obstacle at a time. ”
“I’ll be stronger for it.” She said.
“I can’t imagine you any stronger.” I answered.
“I feel better.” she added and I told her if she could, read Romans 8, because I did this morning and I believe I will again.
And maybe again.
“But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience. Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.”
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