Held Together

This morning my dear friend (like a sister) called and asked me to share this with you all. It was for her. I wrote it for her. She was going through such a hard thing and I watched her go forward against the wind, life pieces flapping all around, afraid and brave and trusting and determined.

I was frustrated because I’ve moved and I don’t live near enough to help in practical ways. I started to send flowers. Just do something. When God stopped me and asked me to listen to Him and write for her. I started with a verse God had very clearly spoken to her this year: “He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.” Colossians 1:17

My friend walks with God. So if she wants you to see it, there’s a reason. Here it is.

And in Him all things hold together.

All Things Hold Together.

So. It’s okay when it seems to fall apart. Because it’s not your job to fix it. It’s not your job to hold it together.

It’s His job. The Creator of all things. The First and the Last. Beginning and End. Savior. Counselor. Father. Beloved. Healer. Abba.  

The One who hangs rainbows like paintings on His wall.

Who sketches bare branches. Then fastens on beauty.

Who fills tiny seeds to brim up and over with life.

The One who breaks over you like the waves, His Power unmatched.

Who carries light into your darkness. And tends the flame.

The only One who sees all the things behind your eyes.

Who keeps up with how many hairs are on your head.

Who knows your thoughts before you say a word.

The One who has memorized your heart.

Who collects your tears. And weeps over your sorrow.

The One who loves your loved ones.

Whose very Spirit is breath.

The One who will not give up. Because love endures all things, believes all things, hopes all things.

The One who opens His hands to give good gifts. Who opens His hands and carves beauty. Who opens His hands to be nailed to a cross.

These, these are the hands that hold all things together. These are the hands that create and repair and comfort.
These are the hands that hold you,

    my dear friend.

(Colossians 1:17)


When we are His, we are held. In His hands. The hands that hold all things together.

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