"Sometimes the mystery of hanging on is the tension we live with...it is the unknown that compels our faith to continue, hoping and believing in God's signature on our heart."

---David Hulon Hood

Father, in the quiet is where I find you, still and listening. It is here where I fear the most, coming face to face with the worst of myself. Near you, I am exposed from the innermost wells of soul, thought and intent.

But it is in this place that I find your persistent acceptance of the wrecked distortion that I am. It is here that grace finds my fear and covers it with honesty, humility and redemption.

And as I accept that I am not my own to save or fix, your Spirit does what I cannot do. As the quiet overflows with the smile of your presence, I know that my failures, doubt and self-destruction dissipate with the whisper of your voice...

"I died for all in you that is broken. Your pain, your rebellion, your shattered, false self. That was all mine to bear, so that you might know this simplicity...you are my son, you are precious, you are my beloved, and I am always here."