“I will lift my eyes to the mountains; From where shall my help come? My help comes from the LORD…He will not allow your foot to slip….The LORD is your keeper…He will keep your soul.” (Psalm 121, excerpts)

This image came to my mind today. It flashed through my mind during worship. Have you ever tried to keep water cupped in your hand? Without letting a drop escape your palms, or through your fingers. It’s almost impossible. At least for a prolonged time.

so often I feel like running water.
     slippery
               capable of losing
                        predisposed to escape the confines of a safe boundary

My soul, my insides, my fallible flesh is unstable such as this. I think “How can a pair of hands possibly keep me together? Keep me from dripping into a puddle? Mixing with dust and ash and cloudy with darkened grime.”