Farther Along

There's been a long dearth of words here.

Life has been full, it seems, of everything but words: husband, home, and all of the goodness and tangles and conundrums of learning how to turn two into one. That kind of living has taken all the words I have with nary a leftover for the olde blog.

There's something about hardness that drives me back to my words, though, even when I know how far short they fall. Perhaps it's because I haven't felt the intangibility of God like this for so very many days--the inhumanity of Him, the hard edges. The parts of Him that make me rebel, when somehow wrong is right in the midst of charred homes, lost boys, scarred relationships, emptied wombs. It's these times when it seems like the veil has somehow become un-rent, sewn back seamless.

I do not understand this God.

Hold fast, soul, hold fast. (I am His and He is Mine.)

Ah, no.

Hold fast, Abba, hold fast.

"Farther Along" (Josh Garrels)