11/4/09 Nothing much to say. That's what I, this too often verbose “blogger,” thought as I opened my laptop. Why? For the last few weeks, I have seemingly been caught up in one crisis after another. Crying out to God in fear, panic or pain. Today, none of that looms---just an ordinary day. What does one “do” with an ordinary day? Admission:---I haven’t even opened my Bible or Jesus Calling yet. Warning---Self-reliance can be so subtle!
Daddy’s mantra is “ I thank the good Lord for every day I have.” His days seem ordinary, to me---certainly routine. Yet, there is thankfulness in his everyday existence. In the midst of my MAC (cancer) crisis, I have been focused on seeing God’s hand. Will His hand be as easy to see when my days revert to the ordinary again? Will I only focus on being grateful on “Thankful Thursdays?”
Last week at Baylor Medical, a small card, labeled ΑΩ, was placed on one of my scrumptious “clear liquid” trays. The scripture (Psalm 118:24) read, “This is the day the Lord hath made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.” (NRSV) The prayer to the God of all Faithfulness ended with ….be empowered to live well this day.” As I pray this now, I ask God’s power and His strength as I begin this new day. I don’t even want to think of facing any day, even an ordinary one, without Him.
Most of life occurs somewhere between the pit of chaos/despair and the mountaintop of celebration. That’s where the commonplace is. That’s where I am today. That’s where God is. A recent e-mail from Michèle reminded me that she prays for me to have a renewed understanding of the beauty of life “that comes from simply being ALIVE and turned toward Him.”
May I embrace that prayer, today. May I embrace the ordinary. May I embrace Him.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Strawless in Dallas
11/3/09 The call came from the doctor’s office late yesterday afternoon---food allowed albeit with restrictions. Soft foods are best. Eat others with caution and care because remaining mouth stitches have not dissolved. Continue to swish and spit with antibacterial rinse but bottom teeth may be carefully brushed with my tiny “Elmo” toothbrush and “sensitive” gel. All of this was good news and Mary Flo prepared some luscious Yukon gold mashed potatoes, “Neiman Marcus style,” in celebration. Delish!
Today we have to go to pick up a prescription “redo” in Allen, TX where Buddy and Day live so we plan to take them to lunch. Larry and I have become consumed with all the available options! We have planned to treat loved ones to lunch---God is directing our steps. A great idea came---simply lunch, with a simple Memphis connection.
Recently, my friend Katherine and I went to the movie, “Julie and Julia.” There were some life lessons in that movie as a young Julie sought to cook her way through Julia Child’s, Mastering the Art of French Cooking, (524 recipes) in one year and to “blog” about her culinary adventure. Her first attempt, “Potage Parmentier,” had been described by Julia as “simplicity itself to make.” Simplicity! Isn’t that what we all crave? Don’t we all need to pare down---not just in cooking and eating, but in life? What is essential?
Sometimes less is better. Too many options can weigh us down. I can wear myself out trying to decide what is best. Simplicity of “straw dining” has had its benefits. Potato-leek soup from Short Stop in Snider Plaza was one—it must have been made the Julia Child way with heavy cream. It went easily through my straw, tasted yummy and filled my tummy. Nothing else was needed.
Paring down keeps life simpler and that can be a good thing. Sometimes there’s way too much on my plate. Today I desire only God’s requisite essentials for my life.
“He has told you, O man, what is good.: and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, to love kindness and to walk humbly with your God?" (Micah 6:8)
Essentials. Simply put. All I need for today!
Today we have to go to pick up a prescription “redo” in Allen, TX where Buddy and Day live so we plan to take them to lunch. Larry and I have become consumed with all the available options! We have planned to treat loved ones to lunch---God is directing our steps. A great idea came---simply lunch, with a simple Memphis connection.
Recently, my friend Katherine and I went to the movie, “Julie and Julia.” There were some life lessons in that movie as a young Julie sought to cook her way through Julia Child’s, Mastering the Art of French Cooking, (524 recipes) in one year and to “blog” about her culinary adventure. Her first attempt, “Potage Parmentier,” had been described by Julia as “simplicity itself to make.” Simplicity! Isn’t that what we all crave? Don’t we all need to pare down---not just in cooking and eating, but in life? What is essential?
Sometimes less is better. Too many options can weigh us down. I can wear myself out trying to decide what is best. Simplicity of “straw dining” has had its benefits. Potato-leek soup from Short Stop in Snider Plaza was one—it must have been made the Julia Child way with heavy cream. It went easily through my straw, tasted yummy and filled my tummy. Nothing else was needed.
Paring down keeps life simpler and that can be a good thing. Sometimes there’s way too much on my plate. Today I desire only God’s requisite essentials for my life.
“He has told you, O man, what is good.: and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, to love kindness and to walk humbly with your God?" (Micah 6:8)
Essentials. Simply put. All I need for today!
Monday, November 2, 2009
Communion of the Heart
11/2/09
Unity, spiritual union, close association, relationship. All these are results of an open heart communing with God’s heart through His word.
Last night as I was “communing with God” upon my bed, I selected Psalm 4, another psalm of David’s. Subtitle: Evening Prayer of Trust in God.
Unity, spiritual union, close association, relationship. All these are results of an open heart communing with God’s heart through His word.
Last night as I was “communing with God” upon my bed, I selected Psalm 4, another psalm of David’s. Subtitle: Evening Prayer of Trust in God.
Psalm 4 (NASB) (notations, mine)
Answer me when I call O God of my righteousness! Thou hast relieved me in my distress. (Amen!)
O sons of men, how long will my honor become a reproach? How long will you love what is worthless and aim at deception? [Selah
Remember Selah denotes pause. Ponderings from my pause: What am I loving in my life that is useless or of no real significance---Is it robbing me of time and energy of that which is truly valuable. Help me, O Lord to discern.
But know the Lord has set apart the godly man for Himself: The Lord hears when I call to Him. (What a comfort to know that the Lord hears even me.)
Tremble and do not sin; Meditate in your heart upon your bed and be still. [Selah (I can tell You this fear that I am facing tomorrow, and in turning it over to You, I do not sin.)
Offer the sacrifices of righteousness, And trust in the Lord. (Sacrifices that are righteous before Him---a broken and contrite heart. (Psalm 51:17) Trust Him not myself---Thee not me!)
Many are saying, “Who will show us any good?” Lift up the light of Thy countenance upon us, O Lord! (THOT: Is it salvation that is the shining of His face upon us?)
Thou hast put gladness in my heart, More than when their grain and new wine abound. (Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing….and girded me with gladness. Psalm 30:7)
In peace, I will both lie down and sleep, For Thou alone, O Lord, dost make me to dwell in safety. (My peace comes from Thee, and Thee alone!)
Today, choose one of these verses that speaks to your heart and meditate on it throughout the day. Tonight, meditate upon your bed and be still as you lie down to sleep in His peace.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Suffering: A Book Brief
10/31/09 Librarians are notorious for “book talking.” Therefore, I just have to tell you about a book I read yesterday, Grace Disguised, by Jerry Sittser. A book a day: One of the advantages of being horizontal and having no agenda.
This book, little in size but big in insight, was especially thought provoking for me as I was already contemplating the universality of suffering. His subtitle is “how the soul grows through loss.” Sittser gives credence to the transforming power of grace in the face of those losses that we all suffer. The loss of a life as we once knew it---before the catastrophe, job loss, divorce, terminal diagnosis, chronic illness or death of a loved one. These circumstances of loss or suffering happen to everyone---believer and non-believer alike. Pain is definitely no respecter of persons. It is our responses that make the difference.
Journal jottings:
Circumstances are not as important as what we do with those circumstances. But there is no prescribed/guaranteed way or timetable for facing our darkness and walking through it---it’s different for everyone.
You can’t quantify or compare suffering. Whether sudden death or a death to life as we once knew it that lingers until we die---what defined us as a person before, is no longer there to hang our hat on. It’s the “new normal” (MP term) and it’s hard. But God………..
Catastrophe interrupts the orderliness of life that I prefer. It puts a “sudden halt to business as usual.” (Sittser, p. 33) One of the worst aspects of loss/suffering is the sheer randomness of it. Quadriplegic and only in his 20s, two melanoma bouts and now Lyme disease, paralyzed and blind, MAC and breast cancer, uterine cancer, MS, Parkinson’s, MSA, strokes and sudden deaths from “routine” medical procedures, aneurisms…………….and these are just losses and sufferings of God’s faithful ones this past year in only my little realm of the world.
Even in loss and grief (suffering) we can still choose to embrace the miracle of the moment. (pleasant, present tense of life today) How? God’s grace---it’s a gift that is there for the taking.
It’s not what happens to us that matters as much as what happens in us. Sittser’s decision to face the darkness led to overwhelming pain but showed him that the experience of loss itself did not have to be the defining moment of his life----though it forever altered his life---instead the defining moment became his response to that loss. ”Darkness, it is true, has invaded my soul. But then again, so has light. Both contributed to my personal transformation.” (Sittser, p.45)
This is indeed a book for aching souls---those on hard journeys ---journeys that they never could have even imagined and wouldn’t have chosen. Yet, it is a reminder of the availability of God’s grace, not after the darkness of pain and suffering has passed, but even in the midst of it.
This book, little in size but big in insight, was especially thought provoking for me as I was already contemplating the universality of suffering. His subtitle is “how the soul grows through loss.” Sittser gives credence to the transforming power of grace in the face of those losses that we all suffer. The loss of a life as we once knew it---before the catastrophe, job loss, divorce, terminal diagnosis, chronic illness or death of a loved one. These circumstances of loss or suffering happen to everyone---believer and non-believer alike. Pain is definitely no respecter of persons. It is our responses that make the difference.
Journal jottings:
Circumstances are not as important as what we do with those circumstances. But there is no prescribed/guaranteed way or timetable for facing our darkness and walking through it---it’s different for everyone.
You can’t quantify or compare suffering. Whether sudden death or a death to life as we once knew it that lingers until we die---what defined us as a person before, is no longer there to hang our hat on. It’s the “new normal” (MP term) and it’s hard. But God………..
Catastrophe interrupts the orderliness of life that I prefer. It puts a “sudden halt to business as usual.” (Sittser, p. 33) One of the worst aspects of loss/suffering is the sheer randomness of it. Quadriplegic and only in his 20s, two melanoma bouts and now Lyme disease, paralyzed and blind, MAC and breast cancer, uterine cancer, MS, Parkinson’s, MSA, strokes and sudden deaths from “routine” medical procedures, aneurisms…………….and these are just losses and sufferings of God’s faithful ones this past year in only my little realm of the world.
Even in loss and grief (suffering) we can still choose to embrace the miracle of the moment. (pleasant, present tense of life today) How? God’s grace---it’s a gift that is there for the taking.
It’s not what happens to us that matters as much as what happens in us. Sittser’s decision to face the darkness led to overwhelming pain but showed him that the experience of loss itself did not have to be the defining moment of his life----though it forever altered his life---instead the defining moment became his response to that loss. ”Darkness, it is true, has invaded my soul. But then again, so has light. Both contributed to my personal transformation.” (Sittser, p.45)
This is indeed a book for aching souls---those on hard journeys ---journeys that they never could have even imagined and wouldn’t have chosen. Yet, it is a reminder of the availability of God’s grace, not after the darkness of pain and suffering has passed, but even in the midst of it.
Friday, October 30, 2009
THOU SHALT NOT……………….
10/30/09 …………….directives from Dr. Ha.
Thou shalt not shower.
- That one’s not a problem. There is nothing I like better that a long hot soak in a tub.
Thou shalt not eat anything that can’t go through a straw.
- Not as hard as it was the first time around. "Liquid" Food Network has gotten it down to a science. You should see the ease with which I can suck an avocado up a straw.
Thou shalt not get your stitches wet.
- Normally not a problem but it’s rained almost everyday since we’ve been in Dallas. I got caught once without an umbrella and a beach towel had to suffice. I’m not telling Dr. Ha.
Thou shalt not wash your hair.
- I'm sure that he must have meant in the traditional way---with water, but...no "minipoo" available. So Larry and Molly devised a plan and we only washed 1/2 of my head---hm-m-m if you break 1/2 the law is that like 1/2 truth = a whole lie.
Thou shalt not let anything touch your nose or ear.
- Wow---that sounds so simple but for a reader eyeglasses are a must! I tried propping them high on my nose and they kept slipping. Dr. Heller, Dr. Ha’s resident, came in as those spectacles had just slipped. He “read me the riot act.” Now I have them taped to my forehead so they won’t slip---okay so maybe they’ve slipped once or twice.
- This one isn’t exactly a problem. All those stitches hanging off my lip and on the inside of my mouth make it easy to remember. But……….it’s yuky. I feel so offensive just being able to “swish and spit” twice a day with a rinse that discolors my teeth. Light purple isn’t exactly the pearly white that people desire for their smiles. I do “sneak” in a few probes with my GUM® soft-pick cleaners on my bottom teeth. That’s not really brushing, is it?
Thou shalt not laugh.
- Even smiling hurts. Yet, when you live at “comedy central” it’s virtually impossible. Dr. Heller reinforced the importance of this and after one episode in the hospital, I knew why. Extreme pain!! Larry and Molly were tag teaming with humor. I almost had to put Larry in time-out. (in the hospital corridor) He’s such a natural comic; he doesn’t always know when he is being funny. IMPOSSIBLE!
Much like the "Ten Commandments" that God gave to Moses, any rules/laws given show us how difficult/impossible they are to follow/keep apart from Help. I am grateful to know my "very present Help in trouble." (Psalm 46:1)
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Acceptance
10/29/09 Three naps followed by a 12 hour deep sleep and awakening to the thought of a future nap pretty much sums up my last 24 hours. Where are all my stuffings?? Someone must have jerked them out of me. They must have been pretty rough with me too because I ache all over. Larry says the bruising and aching are from where the surgeons had me strapped down.
The framed print (a precious gift) that I brought with me to put on my bedside table says. “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” (Philippians 4:13) But I can’t do anything! Before I could begin berating myself for not latching on to His strength, I sensed that what He wants me to do today is to be still----do nothing. Accept this time as from His hand. Strength does not equate getting up and being busy. In quietness and trust is your strength. (Isaiah 30:15) Today I need to accept that.
Now I await my breakfast in bed----that’s pretty easy to accept!
The framed print (a precious gift) that I brought with me to put on my bedside table says. “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” (Philippians 4:13) But I can’t do anything! Before I could begin berating myself for not latching on to His strength, I sensed that what He wants me to do today is to be still----do nothing. Accept this time as from His hand. Strength does not equate getting up and being busy. In quietness and trust is your strength. (Isaiah 30:15) Today I need to accept that.
Now I await my breakfast in bed----that’s pretty easy to accept!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Bad Breath! Bad Hair!
10/28/09 Not sure where Mom is going with this---doesn't sound very spiritual, but it is in alphabetical order. At this point her jottings are all on a yellow legal pad. Molly
“Bad breath, bad gas, bad hair……………but I love you.” Not exactly romantic endearments but music to the ears of someone who has just semi- awakened from yet another surgery. These are the realities of that surgery and yet one more time, my #1 nurse is letting me know that he’ll be there with me through it all.
A wife with teeth that can’t be brushed for another week, gas that is noisy, uncontrollable and embarrassing, hair that is gumpy with blood and has a motor oil sheen and glasses taped to my forehead because absolutely nothing should touch my nose or my right ear. Aftermaths of reconstructive surgery. Stinky situations / unpleasant circumstances. Not exactly “the movie Larry bought the ticket for” some 40 years ago. But….he rubbed my neck---he certainly couldn’t run his fingers through my hair---opened his Bible and began to read to me from "Exodus."
That, my friends, is a thing called love---and it’s a choice. Long after the trappings of youth have faded, it’s that act of the will, the “choosing” to stay in sickness and in health. That’s what endures. That’s love.
“Bad breath, bad gas, bad hair……………but I love you.” Not exactly romantic endearments but music to the ears of someone who has just semi- awakened from yet another surgery. These are the realities of that surgery and yet one more time, my #1 nurse is letting me know that he’ll be there with me through it all.
A wife with teeth that can’t be brushed for another week, gas that is noisy, uncontrollable and embarrassing, hair that is gumpy with blood and has a motor oil sheen and glasses taped to my forehead because absolutely nothing should touch my nose or my right ear. Aftermaths of reconstructive surgery. Stinky situations / unpleasant circumstances. Not exactly “the movie Larry bought the ticket for” some 40 years ago. But….he rubbed my neck---he certainly couldn’t run his fingers through my hair---opened his Bible and began to read to me from "Exodus."
That, my friends, is a thing called love---and it’s a choice. Long after the trappings of youth have faded, it’s that act of the will, the “choosing” to stay in sickness and in health. That’s what endures. That’s love.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
The Book Goes on...
10-27-09 Mom will fill in the rest later. It's a real God thing.
-Molly
Early morning check-in at 5th floor Jonsson at Baylor Medical seemed to bring out pre-surgery jitters. It was still dark outside but things were certainly bustling inside. Shelley, the admit nurse was calming and thorough ---even she must have memorized my birth date. Everything is scanned and checked and re-checked and that’s a good thing. But better than that, she actually listened when I asked about Martha.
Martha had been my nurse on 5th floor Jonsson when I was there in March. She had just found out she had cancer. We had opportunities to talk about her concerns---job, (she had just started in nursing) 2 children and family history of cancer. She was only 28. Thanks to Wynellen’s generosity, I was able to give her a Jesus Calling book. Returning in April for surgery #3, I found out that she was undergoing cancer treatment---both chemo and radiation. No one was sure when she would return to work.
Shelley knew Martha and told me that Martha was now “cancer free” and had returned to work on a transplant floor because she could only work weekends now and plastic surgery at 5th floor Jonsson is closed on weekends. I was thrilled to hear news of her but naturally, I was disappointed because I had so wanted to see her.
But God…………..as only He can orchestrate, had Martha walk in room 502 about 30 minutes later. She had come for a “core” class (like continuing education) at Baylor and came early to avoid all the Dallas morning commute traffic. With a few extra minutes she came up to say hi to folks, ran in to Shelley who told her I was there………….Hugs abounded, tears shed. Martha said that I had been her inspiration, that she read her “little” Jesus Calling book everyday and was even reading it to her 10 year-old daughter. I puddled!
And to think that just today I had gotten an e-mail from Sarah Young, who wrote that “little” book. She said that she would be praying for me. I wonder if she realizes how many of us are on the same page in that “little” book that gives such BIG encouragement to each of us.
Thanks, Sarah for being faithful and seeking God’s Presence daily in the midst of even the hardest times. Indeed, your “little” book, Jesus Calling, has touched me and many others in a special way……………………and the book goes on and on and on.
-Molly
Early morning check-in at 5th floor Jonsson at Baylor Medical seemed to bring out pre-surgery jitters. It was still dark outside but things were certainly bustling inside. Shelley, the admit nurse was calming and thorough ---even she must have memorized my birth date. Everything is scanned and checked and re-checked and that’s a good thing. But better than that, she actually listened when I asked about Martha.
Martha had been my nurse on 5th floor Jonsson when I was there in March. She had just found out she had cancer. We had opportunities to talk about her concerns---job, (she had just started in nursing) 2 children and family history of cancer. She was only 28. Thanks to Wynellen’s generosity, I was able to give her a Jesus Calling book. Returning in April for surgery #3, I found out that she was undergoing cancer treatment---both chemo and radiation. No one was sure when she would return to work.
Shelley knew Martha and told me that Martha was now “cancer free” and had returned to work on a transplant floor because she could only work weekends now and plastic surgery at 5th floor Jonsson is closed on weekends. I was thrilled to hear news of her but naturally, I was disappointed because I had so wanted to see her.
But God…………..as only He can orchestrate, had Martha walk in room 502 about 30 minutes later. She had come for a “core” class (like continuing education) at Baylor and came early to avoid all the Dallas morning commute traffic. With a few extra minutes she came up to say hi to folks, ran in to Shelley who told her I was there………….Hugs abounded, tears shed. Martha said that I had been her inspiration, that she read her “little” Jesus Calling book everyday and was even reading it to her 10 year-old daughter. I puddled!
And to think that just today I had gotten an e-mail from Sarah Young, who wrote that “little” book. She said that she would be praying for me. I wonder if she realizes how many of us are on the same page in that “little” book that gives such BIG encouragement to each of us.
Thanks, Sarah for being faithful and seeking God’s Presence daily in the midst of even the hardest times. Indeed, your “little” book, Jesus Calling, has touched me and many others in a special way……………………and the book goes on and on and on.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Selah
10/26/09 Meditation started early this Monday morning in Psalm 3, a psalm of David. I was using my New American Standard translation but my heart was remembering the good ole King James version from my grandmother’s Bible. Psalms and KJV equal comfort for me. I was in need of a little old fashioned comfort this past weekend. Though my grandmother’s Bible is too fragile to travel, I’m staying in a preacher’s house where Bibles abound and the internet is at my finger tips. http://www.biblegateway.com/ (a great source for different translations)
Psalm 3, according to my Bible notes, is a morning prayer of trust in God. Perfect! The first 2 verses deal with the problem but in verse 3, the focus shifts from the problem to the problem solver.
But Thou, O LORD, art a shield for me, my glory, and the lifter up of mine head. (Psalm 3:3)
THOTS: As a shield, He is my protector. A biopsy report looms. Time is a critical factor today in scheduling both an infectious disease regimen and hopefully keeping my pending surgery on the docket. Of course, if diagnosis is cancer all recent plans go by the wayside. Regardless, He is my shield! My marginalia says, "to adorn" beside the word glory. Glory is perhaps the hardest word for me to wrap my finite mind around, so I am Trusting Him On This Subject today. Does He adorn me? Does my trust in Him adorn Him?? As the lifter up of my head, He is my encourager. No “happy pills” needed. (Yet!)
I cried unto the LORD with my voice, and He heard me out of His holy hill. (Selah) I laid down and slept: I awakened; for the Lord sustained me. (Psalm 3:4-5)
Those verses pretty much describe last night and my “new beginnings” this morning.
THOTS: Selah. Bible dictionary says there are different interpretations of this word---silence or pause is given.
I think I’ll pause to think on these verses. Won’t you join me!
Psalm 3, according to my Bible notes, is a morning prayer of trust in God. Perfect! The first 2 verses deal with the problem but in verse 3, the focus shifts from the problem to the problem solver.
But Thou, O LORD, art a shield for me, my glory, and the lifter up of mine head. (Psalm 3:3)
THOTS: As a shield, He is my protector. A biopsy report looms. Time is a critical factor today in scheduling both an infectious disease regimen and hopefully keeping my pending surgery on the docket. Of course, if diagnosis is cancer all recent plans go by the wayside. Regardless, He is my shield! My marginalia says, "to adorn" beside the word glory. Glory is perhaps the hardest word for me to wrap my finite mind around, so I am Trusting Him On This Subject today. Does He adorn me? Does my trust in Him adorn Him?? As the lifter up of my head, He is my encourager. No “happy pills” needed. (Yet!)
I cried unto the LORD with my voice, and He heard me out of His holy hill. (Selah) I laid down and slept: I awakened; for the Lord sustained me. (Psalm 3:4-5)
Those verses pretty much describe last night and my “new beginnings” this morning.
THOTS: Selah. Bible dictionary says there are different interpretations of this word---silence or pause is given.
I think I’ll pause to think on these verses. Won’t you join me!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
MY SHEPHERD
Figuratively speaking, I’ve been “lying down in green pastures” while “running the routine” of the day---feeding, diapering, bathing, reading and being the patient for the 3 “grand” doctors. I was able to “rest” in the midst of the daily routine because as Jesus Calling reminded me this morning, I need to unwind whenever possible. Today’s “whenever possible” was early---before the boys
awakened. I was able to rest in the presence of my Shepherd and in His Word in John 17.
This is “WIK.” (what I know) The Lord is the Good Shepherd. He owns the sheep. He Guards the sheep. He never abandons them when danger approaches. He knows the sheep.
We are His people and the sheep of His pasture. (Psalm 100:3) I am His sheep.
Because I belong to Him, I can walk with Him today down the path of peace---even in the midst of chaotic moments. My tomorrow also is secure and tonight I can lie down in peace and be at rest.
awakened. I was able to rest in the presence of my Shepherd and in His Word in John 17.
This is “WIK.” (what I know) The Lord is the Good Shepherd. He owns the sheep. He Guards the sheep. He never abandons them when danger approaches. He knows the sheep.
We are His people and the sheep of His pasture. (Psalm 100:3) I am His sheep.
Because I belong to Him, I can walk with Him today down the path of peace---even in the midst of chaotic moments. My tomorrow also is secure and tonight I can lie down in peace and be at rest.
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