Restored

Yesterday was rough, but God came through in some pretty cool ways. I had a long and wonderful visit with my aunt, who also brought supper. An encouraging card came in the mail from Stacey’s mom (see Meet Stacey), whom I have never met. My family rallied and was helpful. I was down, and the Lord met my needs.

Psalm 40:1-2 I waited patiently for the Lord; he inclined to me and heard my cry. He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure.

“I waited patiently” is a stretch. The Lord came my way on that part. But He did hear my cry. He definitely drew me up out of destructive and murky thoughts, and set me on the Rock. Today, my steps are secure.

The sun is shining, my family is healthy and intact, and I have time in my chair to rest. Pain from port placement is far less today, so I hope to get up and be active, at least for a little bit. I’m expecting a really good day.