My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me (Psalm 63:8).

You’re on the ice for the first time.  

Your ankles are all wobbley.

Your feet will not obey.

Your legs are made of store-brand gelatin dessert.

The world spins incorrectly.

Gravity is not your friend.

The evil skates shoot out from beneath you

and you are falling

flailing

gasping

grasping.

Your hand finds another hand

big

strong

safe.

You grab hold for dear life, sinking terrified nails into willing flesh.

The hand hold you up, steadies you, guides you forward.

You will not fall while you cling to the hand that loves you.

That’s this.

Happy Wednesday, Beloved