An old friend just posted verses from Isaiah 46 on Facebook. They are exactly what I need to hear right now.
After holding things together for so long I can feel myself unravelling. I am allowing myself space to cry and feel the pain of the last few years. I think I need to do this to get to a potential space away from mere survival mode. I’m excited to see what might be on the other side in that land, but I don’t want to miss being held in the now.
We have a God who carries us.
I am held.
I am, I have been, I will be: carried safely.
In a state of exhaustion these words speak tender hope as I hold my small child hands up and get picked up and carried in strong everlasting arms.
Bel bows down, Nebo stoops low; their idols are borne by beasts of burden. The images that are carried about are burdensome, a burden for the weary. They stoop and bow down together; unable to rescue the burden, they themselves go off into captivity.
“Listen to me, you descendants of Jacob, all the remnant of the people of Israel, you whom I have upheld since your birth, and have carried since you were born. Even to your old age and gray hairs, I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.“