Can't sleep. Nothing new yet - didn't expect to hear from Dad overnight unless there was a crisis, so this is good.
Recalling every word of our last phone conversation on Friday and my impatience to get off the phone because I was pruning roses and had less than an hour left before the sun overtook my garden. Wonder if/when I will ever have another normal conversation with my Mommy again? In my impatient strive to regain my "normal" why on earth did I take for granted the treasure that I already had? Praying for you in the wee hours of this morning, Mom!
Thank you, Andrea for this perfectly-timed reminder:
121 I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
2 My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.
3 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
4 Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.
6 The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.
8 The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
Told my mom yesterday that she just earned her own pair of battle boots!
I smile when I think of her first words to me in the ER yesterday. She looked at my bright turquoise t-shirt with a woman bowing before the cross, scrawled with the words, "It's all about the grace." and she clearly studied it, read it and looked into my face, in the midst of all her mumbling and confusion and clearly said, "They are!" (meaning "It is!"). She couldn't remember or manage my name yesterday, but her faith was SO evident!