it’s a thursday night, laundry’s spilling out on the floor, and i’m trying to be quiet.
avalon’s playing. i remember when i bought two of their CDs, up at my grandparents’ house. i listened to them as i drove the two hours back home.
i remember how much i loved – and still love – the euro stack remix of “the best thing.”
You are the best thing that’s happened to me.
i’ve felt confused, unsure, even angry, lately. i’m holding desperately to the truth that He is, indeed, the best thing that’s happened to me. that He is my hope, my anchor, my solid Rock.
and i hear, as the word anchor reverberates through my head, nasalized n meeting concrete c, clanging metal slamming into ocean bedrock.
and i, small in the palm in His mighty hand, am not moved from that spot.