The Bible tells me the Lord is near to those who are crushed in spirit. It may feel at times that being crushed is like living as a fragile leaf in a very dark storm. The wind comes, howling. The fight to hold on is all that is known. Thought, character, hope – everything is pared down to that thin node on the bending, bowing branch. It is torrential. Perilous. My sense, and all that I am, is being crushed. But in Jesus I can hold on. Today, I give to Jesus that node.