Sometimes hope is the best kind of poetry we can write with our midnight hours.
Sometimes quiet is the best kind of speaking. After all, the skies are quiet as the sun descends in splendor each night. And yet, they speak volumes. Often, weakness is the best kind of strength. The earthworms are soft and vulnerable, but without them our soil would severely lack. Their steady weakness is a strength, a force to reckoned with. Sometimes waiting is the best kind of doing. We cannot pick apples from trees until they are ripe, or we jeopardize their taste and value.
There are times when trust is the only action required. In these waiting rooms our questions can only be rolled onto bigger shoulders. There are full chapters in our histories of gasping- for the ability to breathe through suffering and disappointment, and grasping – for anything else.
There is another who pleaded for there to be another way. Anything but this. But nevertheless, not my will, but Yours. Sometimes it is only this One who understands, because He was here too, and let go of Himself to catch us, and wrestled with the letting go, all alone.
We wrestle too. In darkness, in waiting, in sickness and death and loss, in eleventh hours. But never alone. We reach out and find His hand planted like an old rugged tree in the pitch black, mere inches away from our heartbeat. He says steady now. Steady. I won’t let go of you. The winds start to howl like an old curse. Our hope quivers, strung tight. And the bottom drops out and our hearts grit our teeth and we can only hold on to Those Hands that will ever presently be. Sometimes you have no earthly idea why this is happening or what to do next. So Heaven steps in to hold you.
Be held, child. Let go of control and walk into held.
“Have you never heard? Have you never understood? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of all the earth. He never grows weak or weary. No one can measure the depths of his understanding. He gives power to the weak and strength the to the powerless. Even youths will become weak and tired, and young men will fall into exhaustion. But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint.” Isaiah 40:28-31