Hang onto the thread of his hem

‘Hang onto his cloak." I'd just met a wonderful human. A Mexican guy, chatting about Jesus. These were his words to me. Simple, beautiful and profound. What a picture.

Sometimes Jesus can seem so far ahead, or somewhere so confusing. You're left in the dark with your faith. I've wanted out. It's scared me where I've come to.

It's a painful realisation I can't get Jesus on my terms. How I expect to reach him or experience him. It's come into sharp focus, he's the captain. And I'm following him. He sees the full picture. And even in calamity he's creating a masterpiece. I hope that doesn't read back as trite. There's been days, where I feel like (I have) swearing my head off at the sky. Sometimes as followers of him we've no idea how many luxuries we get. And when they're taken away, or we're following God down a different path, that's when we're 💯 times out of options.

So all I can do is hang on. I feel like I'm gingerly holding just the thread of his hem. That's all I can do, knowing he's come through in the past, in ways I'd never begin to imagine or expect.