Seventeen days til Easter. It’s the eye of the storm; a lull, a borrowed peace.
There’s a line in an old, old song
Let Him have those things that hold You
And have I?
Then His Spirit like a dove
Will descend upon your life
And make you whole
In some ways, yes. I used to think that as we weakly make the effort to let go, like a child relinquishing a toy not approved by his parents, He helps us get by through incidences or outcomes which comfort us.
I say comfort because these events reassure us that perhaps we are on the right track, the road that leads farther up and further in.