Psalm 121
I lift my eyes up to the hills;
From where is my help to come?
I look ahead, I look beside me on every turn,and all I see is the dirt I am grasping under my nails. I am in the depths of circumstance and turmoil of today’s trouble. I don’t know where to look, but up, because I am humbled, hurting, weak, frail. About to give into despair, I cry out, “Help! I feel alone. The odds are against me. I don’t know how to fix this for me. I can’t fix my hurting child. I can’t control these things. Please, You are all I know- Are you there? What are you waiting for? DO SOMETHING!! I just want to know you see me. I sob for what seems like hours. Exhausted, I fall into a heap- and wait. A voice sighs. It is not my own, but a soft and strong voice I know immediately. “Erin, I am with you. Look up. I am beyond the dust. I watch over you day and night. I keep you safe from things you don’t even know are there. I see you under the light of the sun I created that wakes you in the morn, and I look upon you as you look up to see what phase the moon is in each night. I fill your lungs with strength on every breath you deeply inhale as you parent the child I entrusted you with. I take the burdens you release with each exhalation. I hold you and all you hold dear in my mighty palm. Rest there in quiet confidence. Erin, I AM with you for evermore.”