Monday, September 10, 2018

Dear God,

Yesterday we worshiped at a small church in Massachusetts.  Two friends and I had gone to visit our former pastor.  Betty who is 90 sat by me.  When the choir began to sing, "It is Well with my Soul," Betty teared up.  I put my arm around her and she laid her head on my shoulder, then we quietly sang the words so sweet and precious to both of us.  Later she told me that was the song they played as her deceased husband's body was carried out of the church following his memorial service. 

You constantly speak to us, Heavenly Father.  Even when we don't know we have a need, you lift up our need and gently tend to our soul.  How well I remember the day I was desperate for you!  I had a blinding high blood pressure headache.  I knew I needed to be in the hospital but I was in the middle of federal reserve lands in northwest New Mexico.  I had to drive up a mountain to pick up friends on retreat.  There was no way to contact them so I had to get them.  As soon as I stepped out of the car, Doris took one look at me and took over.  Everyone climbed into the van and I climbed into the back and lay down.  So sick and in so much pain, you came to me singing, "Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, let this blessed assurance control, that Christ hath regarded my helpless estate, and hath shed his own blood for my soul."  Tears formed and fell down my face as I listened to the voice of my savior singing his own song to me.  An hour later when we pulled into Santa Fe, the headache had dulled and my situation was under control all because of a healer who rode in the car with me.

Blessed God,
you are
my dwelling place.
You bless
and bless again.
You help
and heal.
How can
I ever
thank you?
Thank you
for the choir,
Betty, worship,
our song
and your grace.

Love always, Andrea