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November 10, 2015. Missouri. The time. The date. The place. As if somehow I can capture this moment and trap it so that it stays. Too many moments pass me by too fast. Too many dates grasp something bad; something good and then run past before I can perceive them, understand them, hold them. They are yanked from me. Just as they come unbidden, they quickly depart leaving me either poignant or wounded. I’m forced to be shocked into reality of the following day or healed, but sometimes I can’t tell which. A conglomeration of both swirl inside me and as I try to make sense of it all, God sends me a message through a friend that I haven’t met and says:

“Be still and know that I am God!” Psalm 46:10