Psalm 11 speaks when foundations shake: not retreat, but refuge in Love. God is present in the cracks, seeing both cruelty and kindness.
This world IS falling apart
Wasn’t growing up in the 60’s bad enuf?
And that was improvement from the depression?
And now THIS worldwide cataclysmic circus?
But then I FEEL you, Beloved
And remember that I’m not abandoned
You hold my roots
🌵
When we put our son's ashes in the river I knew he was where he belonged. Among the earth, holding the roots. This made me cry hard. But I needed it. Sometimes the healing hurts.
This world IS falling apart
Wasn’t growing up in the 60’s bad enuf?
And that was improvement from the depression?
And now THIS worldwide cataclysmic circus?
But then I FEEL you, Beloved
And remember that I’m not abandoned
You hold my roots
🌵
When we put our son's ashes in the river I knew he was where he belonged. Among the earth, holding the roots. This made me cry hard. But I needed it. Sometimes the healing hurts.