Friday, May 30, 2014, my thirty-six year old son had a stroke. No matter that he is thirty-six, an adult and hasn’t lived with me in years; he is still my cherished child. The next few months will be difficult for him and us—his family, and we’re not going anywhere.
This is what I believe.
My God is not going
anywhere, either. He is bigger than anything on earth. If we don’t understand
that, then we don’t know Him. Life tends to hand us crisis and circumstance on a regular basis, but this I know.
God is always a breath away from me, comforting through spirit, loving on my soul and nurturing
the process of healing. We are never alone!
"Where can I go from your Spirit?
can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the
heavens, you are there;
I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the
I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand
will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide
the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to
night will shine like the day,
darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I
am fearfully and wonderfully made;
works are wonderful,
know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
I was made in the secret place,
I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
the days ordained for me were written in your book
one of them came to be." Psalm 139:7-16 (NIV)
Prayers and faith are needed for my little boy.