Friday, February 25, 2022

Dear God,

This afternoon as you and I sat together at the well of living water, a picture came into my mind.  A miracle really.  I was listening to the song It is Well with My Soul.  The picture was and still is a very frightening one.  

I was in remote New Mexico on a personal retreat when I fell ill with stroke-level high blood pressure.  My head was exploding and my vision was blurry. With the only vehicle I had to drive 30 miles to pick up other friends on retreat.  I knew I needed to be at a hospital getting treatment but with no way to communicate with my pilgrim friends, I drove up to the retreat center.  Along the way I pleaded for mercy and help.  When I arrived at the center, one look at me caused them all to jump into the car and begin praying silently.  During that ride, you sang to me and the words I will always remember are these:  "Though Satan should buffet, thou trials should come, let this blest assurance control, that Christ has regarded my helpless estate, and hath shed his own blood for my soul."  

Never were there sweeter, more healing words than those.  And you, you, my Savior, you sang them even unto me.  You did not let me go.  You did not call me home.  You saved me and I will never forget you, never.  Like you never forgot me.

Blessed are you,

Kind and Loving God,

who saves

like you?

No one.

My heart

is yours,

forever and ever.

Love, Andrea