Lindsey Crittenden went to church one day with no interest in getting closer to God. She just wanted to get out of the apartment. Or so she thought. She found instead the beginning of a journey that would change her life.
When a priest taught her a simple phrase—“I am here, you are here”—Lindsey couldn’t think of it as “praying.” But she started to say the words, and they began to ease the knot of isolation she had been carrying since the day her brother died. Soon, she couldn’t pray enough. She spoke to God; she questioned God; and when her mother got lung cancer and her late brother’s son became increasingly hers to care for, she leaned on God. And then a relationship went sour, and prayer and God abandoned her. Or so it seemed, until she learned the most important lesson of all.
An articulate meditation on the ineffable as well as an inspiring narrative of family, loss, and love, The Water Will Hold You is a skeptic’s story as much as it is a believer’s story.
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At last, a sibling of my very own. 1967. (see Chapter 2). |
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Burmaspring Elizabeth, object of my first honest prayer
after she was hit by a car when I was 10 (see Chapter 1). |
| Thanksgiving, 1992. I had my brother back (see Chapter 2). His son, Dylan, was two. |
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With Dylan, age 12, in New York City. |