When my Dad lay in the hospital after a severe heart attack, I volunteered to stay with him while Mom went home for awhile. I asked her what she was going to do. She replied, “I will sleep for awhile.”
I was astonished, how could she sleep while my Dad fought for every breath. She quoted this verse to me. I marveled at her strength and faith in God. It was a long night for me as I did not possess that kind of trust. I watched Dad’s chest rise and fall and willed him to live.
Thirty-five years later, I search the scriptures for the Words of Life that will feed me this day and before bedtime I search for another verse that gives me His Peace.
While Mother endured her last illness, she penned her thoughts….
The journey has been long! I’m almost home. with vehicle worn out and spent through use. Although my energy is low, my heart is full. My body aches but why complain. God’s richest blessings have been mine this far.
In retrospect I see how He designed my pilgrim journey on this orb called earth. A few more weary miles and I’ll be home. (ADS)
We all long for that rest and peace of being home where we can just be who God intends for us to be. At 85, we count the days not the years. Each day brings us closer to Home. It is just over the next rise. Will we finish our life, tied in a neat bow? Probably not. Life doesn’t seem ‘to come out even’.
We simply look to the hills from whence cometh our help, to the Lord which created heaven and earth, and praise Him. We know we are His from our hearts – out!
Lord, walk with me this day in your way. Guide my thoughts and my actions and may I glorify you. Forgive me when I give the world a glance, keep my eyes on you. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.