I don’t have to hold onto God, God holds onto me.  A lot of silence in this.

I look at others and I think. You are held, as am I.

Not, I have a handle on God.

Now a get into the river and lay on my back and let the river carry me.

Not so much having Jesus in my heart as having my heart (and mind and body for that matter) in Jesus.

A unitive experience.  Waking up to the presence of God all around me. The incarnation of Christ present in the material.  The sacramental universe.