Held

One afternoon I stood in my foyer, crying and brokenhearted, as I took on another seemingly ordinary yet painful task. I was cleaning out our bookshelves, and with every one of my late husband’s books that I held in my hands, I was reminded that I was now alone and that my life had been shattered into pieces.

Tears were streaming down my face when, suddenly, a note fell out of one of the books and onto the floor. I did not recognize the handwriting as from my late husband nor from anyone that I knew.

When I read the note, I instantly felt God’s warm embrace. The note simply read: “This is your Dad—I love you very much!” Moments later I found a wooden plaque that I hadn’t seen in years, which read, “HELD.” In that moment God simply yet profoundly reminded me that he loved me and that he was holding me under his wings.

Today you can find refuge in our Father’s arms, and he will hold you close.

Prayer: God, you are my refuge. Please cover me with your feathers and help me to find comfort and protection under your wings as you hold me.

Written by Jennifer Marie Sage