Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Your grace is mine for eternity...
I did not wake up to the all encompassing brilliant presence of the Lord in the room as I did yesterday.
My heart was not humming a psalm when I opened my eyes this morning.
I was woken up rudely by the shrill telephone bell-to a patient breathless and distressed.
Pneumothorax it was ,half an hour later ,chest tube inserted I sit out on my chair and wait on the Lord.
It is deadly still outside ,knee high grasses in the lawn before me stands still ,beaten in it's unspoken inneundo only by the hot air that does not blow.
I strum my guitar and sing a few psalms....I pray to the Lord .....
'I thirst for you my whole being longs for you,O Lord in a dry and parched land where there is no water' and yet as I sang earlier...
'You are a God who brings forth fruit from dead and arid land and You are also the same God who pours out living water from a dry river bed...You are the Master of my life ...your Grace which is better than life, is mine for eternity'.
That is more than a reason enough to praise you all the days of my life.