“’I love you, O Lord, my strength.’
The lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer,
My God, my rock, in whom I take refuge;
My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
I call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised,
And I am saved from my enemies.”
I was going to send an email yesterday, but it would have read NO HOPE! Not really. There was always hope for a better day. Yesterday the stomach virus struck with a vengeance and then settled into my bones. So much pain. By about 7 o’clock last night I was able to keep enough chicken broth down to take some pain medication. I slept through the night and feel much better today. Tracy is still recovering and is fighting a headache.
In the midst, hope was elusive, but I knew that if I could get through the first 24 hours, I would be okay. Hope cannot be based on our feelings or on our current situation. Hope must be more solid than that. Jesus is our Rock, our anchor, our hope. Even in the midst, I was able to cling to hope and know that presence of Jesus. I read today in Mark 13:31 that, “Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will not pass away.” There are things here that I don’t want to miss – grandbabies, children, daughters-in-law, friends. But all of this will prayerfully be with me throughout all of eternity. The things that this world offers – pain, worry, frustration, confusion, despair – I will not miss!