I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety. Psalm 4:8
O Jehovah, in the morning shalt thou hear my voice; In the morning will I order my prayer unto thee, and will keep watch. Psalm 5:3
The events of the past week have caught up with me. My body, already rebelling against the cold weather and barometric pressure drops, has been impacted further by stress, the car rides, the multiple phone calls, and all the other assaults my challenged body has faced.
This morning, I waken from a nightmare - one in which my husband has died and I am forced to face all that needs to be done. I am thrown back into the days after my daughter was killed. I wake with a start and look around me.
Heart racing, I realize it was a dream. "Thank God," I whisper.
Yes. Thank God.
I thank Him that in spite of the fact that I hurt, that my heart is stressed, that life is so far away from the life I yearned for, He is still who I awaken to.
Sometimes my husband and I joke about who is going to "leave" first. The stark reality is that one of us will die before the other and one of us will be left behind.
Left behind - but not left alone.
How important that is to me. To know that no matter who happens to leave this world first, the other will have God's hand upon them.
There is no doubt that living with chronic illnesses can be downright scary at times. What a path we walk, my beloved readers!
In the midst of all of it, I pray we can come to the place of honestly being able to say, "Thank God." And if we are not able to thank God now, I pray He will give us the grace to say it soon.
Father God, I praise you for the way you are able to bring us to a place of faith as we cling to you through the storms of our lives that grow our faith. Thank you that we are never, ever truly alone. Amen and amen.