I’m a morning person, but I’m having difficulty rising while it is still dark.
Yesterday was the summer solstice, the longest day of the year. Actually, it still had only 24 hours but daylight lingers more than any other day and it seems longer.
The sun has beaten down on us lately. Yard work must be done early. The heat melts me and weighs me down, sweat trickling into my eyes. Even walks with Maisie feel hard, the humidity of a Kentucky summer making the air thick.
Sweet William and I have a list of serious prayer concerns we remember daily. I consider those who must feel the heat of blazing trial, draining their strength and sapping their energy. When all one can do is sit and wait beside a loved one in a hospital bed, the day stretches long and tiresome. Medical professionals busy themselves tending the patient. But families often sit. And pray. And wonder how long.
Heavy hearts endure what feels like an endless season. We long for a break, a change, some news that it soon will be better. Sooner not later. Where is the cool breeze that relieves the burning frustration, the what-if questions, the whys of this situation?
We need a cool drink of water for the parched spirit.
The seasons sometimes seem endless, but they come and they go, changing in diminutive increments. We must believe that relief will come.
We must believe that God is near, that He has a plan, that He is working.
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This morning the clouds moved in. Soothing winds started to blow in the tops of the trees. A gentle rain began to fall. Temperatures cooled. And the earth is watered.
Even so, may it be for those who long for their thirst to be quenched.
Peggy thank you for often voicing what I am thinking or feeling. Walking this path with our grandson that started on 4/23 with his diagnosis that felt like a kick in the gut and the breath gone out of me. Then seven weeks in the hospital and 3 rounds of chemo. He is home with us since 6/9 daily meds and doctors visits wondering with each visit what will this visit bring the highs the lows. Tomorrow he goes for another bone marrow biopsy and we pray for a good report. But through it all God has been faithful, never to leave us or forsake us. But I long for relief to come for the light at the end of this long tunnel we seem to be in. Holding on to that faith to believe God is indeed at work and has a purpose and a plan even in this. Thankful also for my brothers and sisters in Christ who God uses to encourage my heart. Thankful for you!
This has been a long, hot, hard season for your family, Lynda. You said it correctly, “God is indeed at work and has a purpose and a plan even in this.” We trust Him even when we do not understand. Grace to you, my friend.
I love you, Peggy.. I know God has a plan, I cling to that promise. Jamie is sleeping peacefully after a busy day of therapies. She is so positive, even after all the set backs. She fully believes she will get everything back. She was able to move her thumb and pointer finger just a tiny bit, but it’s a start. Thank you for your prayers and thank Bill, too. I hope he is feeling better.
We will take those small steps of recovery and thank God for them. God does have a plan. So often He hides it from us and all we can do is trust Him. I love you, Marsha.