I’ll never forget where I first learned about the power of presence. It was in a hospice care facility in east Texas where my sweet grandmother, Jo, was dying. My grandfather, her husband of 58 years, never left her bedside. He comforted her, supported her, and helped ready her for eternity with the simple power of his presence. And after she died, I was humbled and grateful to learn that my consistent presence had comforted, supported, and helped him in that terribly difficult time.
In Psalm 139 King David celebrates this kind of presence. Only he was not writing about a human companion, he was writing about a holy One. Continue reading