Isaiah 41:13

For I, the Lord your God,
    hold your right hand;
it is I who say to you, “Do not fear,
    I will help you.”

Here, take My hand.

I have wondrous things

to show you, beginning here

with all the things you miss

in that fraction of a second

you lose when you blink.

Take My hand.

Come now, don’t be afraid.

You’ve been lost and wondering,

wandering for far too long,

but, have no worries, I know

the way through the woods.

After all, I created each and every tree.

I know every pinecone that has fallen

and every acorn pocketed in a squirrel’s cheeks.

Please, take My hand,

and let Me help you.

You are precious to Me.

You are so very precious to Me.

I cannot bear to see you suffer.

Stop hoarding that anger,

that sadness, that unbearable grief.

Your soul was not made

to carry all that pain.

Your pain is My pain

and every tear you cry,

flows again from My eyes.

Look, it’s getting dark

and the shadows are growing long.

Take My hand.

Let Me be your light.

You do not have to do this alone.

Dear, dear, child, draw near to Me now,

Draw near to Me.  Let Me hold you.

Let Me take this burden from you.

Amen.