Do not be far from me, for trouble is near and there is no one to help  (Psalm 22:11).

Many moons ago, I taught my daughter to ride a bicycle. She had one request of me as she pedaled her wobbly way up and down the sidewalk in front of our house:

Don’t go anywhere.

So I didn’t.

Interesting how little we change as we grow up. When disaster swirls around us and we feel completely in over our heads, our cry is simple.

Don’t go anywhere.

Stay with me.

I heard my daughter’s cry–every single one of the 50,000 times she uttered it.

I heard her, and I loved her, and I stayed by her side.

And God’s way better at this than I am, so…

Happy Monday, Beloved.