Hold up your cup...

Dear Child, God does not say today, “Be strong:”

He knows your strength is spent; He knows how long

The road has been, how weary you have grown,

For He who walked the earthly roads alone,

Each bogging lowland, and each rugged hill,

And know that I am God.”  The hour is late,

And you must rest awhile, and you must wait

Until life’s empty reservoirs fill up

As slow rain fills an empty upturned cup.

Hold up your cup, dear child, for God to fill.

He only asks today that you be still. 

- Grace Noll Crowell.