From Jill Carattini:
On a routine trip through well-worn streets, I found myself pulled out of the fragmented consciousness of a mind captive to the day’s worries with the jarring lyrics of a song. Up until that point, the song itself was much like the familiar patterns of scenery, known but unnoticed, impervious to the siege of my own fears. But then I noticed the artist's abrupt words: "Hoping to God on high is like clinging to straws while drowning."
The simile cleared everything else from my mind. It also set me thinking about the descriptive words of a friend hours earlier. Encouraging me in the midst of a difficult place, a friend simply reminded me that I was not alone. She was intending to assure me of her friendship and support, but I also knew she was assuring me of the presence of God. "The LORD is near to all who call on him," declares the psalmist; and I needed to hear it.
