I emailed a friend of mine this morning that I felt like a basket case today as I deal with the church, community and personal grief of our losses this week.
My friend, a wonderful woman with profound spiritual insight and gifted as writer, wrote back:
When we are basket cases, God carries us by the handle that has been woven especially to support our weight. He walks along, filling us with handfuls of Heavenly balm. The cadence of his voice caresses us with calm. His very breath on us keeps our spirits warm.
So ride in the basket for a bit. God’s hands are holding you. You are moving forward with every gentle swing, and when you’re ready to fly again, he will give you wings.