Some seasons, somebody else
has to believe for you.

There are seasons when believing anything good is too much to manage. That things will come right. That you are worth the bother. That God, if there is a God, is anywhere near.

In those seasons, other people often do the believing for you. A grandmother who said she would keep praying whether you liked it or not. A friend who kept ringing when you stopped answering. Someone who talked about next summer as if of course you would be in it.

You did not have to agree with them. They held it anyway, until your hands were free to take it back.

If you cannot believe much tonight, that is all right. Somebody may well be holding it for you. And one day you may do the same for someone else.