It's an Andrew Peterson song, and it circles through my thoughts today.
"Hold up my arms, like Moses in the desert, when the battle went long"
I feel the holding. It's a reality I have to re-direct my mind back to again and again, but it is there. I am being held. You are being held. And the hands that hold us are not hands which we must fear failing us. This grip on us is not one which might loosen at any moment, releasing us into the darkest and deepest of pits.
There is a jingle we sing at the Mother Teresa house when it is a volunteer's last day. It goes a little something like this...
"We thank you, thank you, thank you,
We thank you, thank you, thank you,
We thank you, thank you, thank you
from our heeeaaarrrtttt"
(You have to stretch the word "heart" out for a very long time.)
This are the words that I give to you, my friends and family. In a week that was the hardest I've yet had in Kolkata, I have felt huge measures of care and support through your emails.
What beautiful things I am learning in the heartache and struggle. All shall be most well.