Helpless?
Frail. Weak. In steady decline.
Yet held.
Cradled in the hands of
the One who holds stars–
and hearts, too.
Resting in the shadow
of the Almighty.

Helpless?
Frail. Weak. In steady decline.
Yet held.
Cradled in the hands of
the One who holds stars–
and hearts, too.
Resting in the shadow
of the Almighty.

Does God see?
In crisis, I cry out. Not knowing how to pray.
Anxious thoughts and inner storms buffeting. Ocean waves pushing me to gasp for air.
Feeling weak.
Does He have a plan in this scary place? Has He forgotten where we are?

After the Resurrection. After the coming of the Holy Spirit. The Lord uses a handful of disciples.
Making His way known through the few.
Living sacrifices. Faithfully taking the gospel to Jerusalem. Judea. Samaria. And the ends of the earth.
They’re the talk of the Roman Empire.
