This morning I read Psalm 89:21: My hand will sustain him;
surely my arm will strengthen him.
You know how when someone is injured or sick or very old and someone else holds them by one hand and wraps his arm around that person’s back? I think of the last hobbling athlete I saw or the last older man or woman needing help as she walked. I think of that gentle, strong care. It’s an encircling, totally supportive, loving kind of grasp.
I think today of being held like that by God.