Life crumbles, we stumble was everything a lie? Future dark, A question mark-- meant to terrify. Sleep eludes, doubt intrudes, carried on a sigh. Nothing's right in the night-- I need a lullaby.
“Get a grip,’ you tell yourself.
But another voice quietly whispers, “You’re already safe in mine.”
“Our steps are made firm by the LORD, when we delight in his way. Though we stumble, we shall not fall headlong, for the LORD holds us by the hand.” Psalm 37: 23-24
Janet, I followed you when I lived in Sacramento and loved everything you wrote. So good to see your meditations again.