It's been a rough couple of days. Annie's been nauseated and not feeling well since Monday. I had the (stupid) idea to give her an omega-3 fish oil thing, which I think triggered this nausea episode, which required us to give her more Addison's medicine (hydrocortisone), which I think makes her more nauseated and causes her blood pressure to go up. Please pray that she gets out of this nausea-throwing up cycle, that her medicines settle down again, and that her blood pressure go down.
Gretchen mentioned in her last post that she can only imagine how bone weary I get sometimes. This week has been one of those times. It's interesting, though, that God gave me some encouragement Sunday night that has carried me through this week.
I was driving down the road on my way to pick David up from the gym, when I heard a radio show host talking about how Jesus got up early in the morning to spend time in prayer. Then the host asked, "When do you have a quiet time--early morning, late at night, driving to work?" etc., etc. I thought about how Bill & I read the Bible and pray together (briefly) in the morning, and that I pray (briefly) before my head hits the pillow at night. I began asking God to help me spend more time in concentrated, focused prayer, and since the radio station had some commercial on it, I changed the channel to the classical station and then turned it down low so I could hear myself think. Or pray. Anyway--my ramblings to God were interrupted by the familiar music I heard from the classical station: "...His yoke, is easy, and His burthen is light." Handel's Messiah in July? I turned up the volume: "His yoke, is easy, His yoke, is easy, His yoke, is easy--and His burthen is light."
I got the clear impression that God was telling me to forget the works-based guilt about the quality of my quiet times, and just rest in Him. Then it was kind of hard to see the road after that. When I got home, I looked up the Bible verse that Handel wrote his music to in 1742:
Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30
Jean
5 comments:
I am so sorry Annie hasn't been feeling well, Jean. Sorry also that it is summer, and I'm less available to you because my children are home full time. I'm glad you are getting at least some quiet time, and that you are, indeed, resting in Him.
BTW, Matt. 11:28-30 is one of my "life verses". Coping with anxiety and depression, which come from time to time, is more doable with that tool in my back pocket, so to speak. Much love. Be encouraged, Friend. You are doing an amazing job. Jesus is seen all over you. xxxoooGJH
Jean,
Thanks again for the updates and for sharing your heart.
I hope and pray that today is a better day of continued progress for Annie and peace for you.
It's encouraging to be reminded that as we "turn our face toward God" he is there and RESPONDS!
Have a great day!
Love,
Marilyn
Dear Lord-
Forgive us for for our daily sins. Help us know Your love and return to You what You require.
We try in our own strength sometimes but it's You who gives us our strength. It's You who sustains our very life. Thanks for the breath sufficient for today.
Lord, confort and help my sister through her daily, ongoing strength issues. Give her Your strength, Your wisdom, and Your love. Keep her mind focused on You and not on the circumstances. And thank you for her honest openess.
Thank you for all that You have done and continue to do in the Sullivan clan. Thank you for bringing Annie into our lives. And thank you for using this wee, little princess in the furtherance Your kingdom. Thank you for allowing us to see You through her life and quiet, innocent gaze. I know You are perpetually right beside her, loving her in ways that we cannot fathom.
We're really quite feeble in our understanding. We're also quite selfish with what it is WE want, specifically what WE want from You.
Lord, I thank you for all that you have in store for my sister, her husband, and my nieces & nephews. I know that all things work for the good of Christians. But it isn't without question that I praise you for these things.
Help us all see Your will through Annie's precious life. Help us all to call on Your name with all of our petitions. Most of all, help us to know You more and more each and every day, and in each and every way, and through each and every circumstance.
Thanks, God! Your the MOST!!
May ye rest
May ye rest
May ye rest
in Him
Your heart
your soul
your wearyness
May ye rest
May ye rest
in Him
Let Him carry you
Let Him cradle you
Let Him comfort you
alway
Give your heart to Him
Give your cares to Him
Give your tears to Him
Yaweh
From your knees
may you pray
that He would take away
the tears of the day
Yaweh
Open your hands
palms toward the sky
feel Him take it all away
and your tears let Him dry
That relief you would find
that your eyes would be clear
that your shoulders unburdened
His shining face you would see
Messiah He is
Messiah He was
Messiah He always will be
Yaweh
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Life's Lighthouse - by Sue Powell
The lighthouse is so beautiful when I stand upon the shore --
Gazing at its vast domain as many who've gone before.
I hear the softly tossing waves as they gently touch the land;
and I see the sparkle as the sun throws crystals on the sand.
I see the lighthouse standing there, its stance so firm and strong;
and I know that it has stood secure thru endless ages long
When everything is beautiful it's so easy to forget --
the importance of the lighthouse and the many needs it's met.
But when those gently tossing waves grow angry and start to roar;
when darkness hides the light of day, and the beauty all is o'er;
When stormclouds hover in the skies and the mighty billows roll --
the sea becomes the enemy as it takes its angry toll.
And for those ships so lost at sea, it's a struggle for survival --
and the lighthouse is the only hope for a safe and sure arrival.
All life is like that ocean, and the world a raging tide --
but Jesus is the lighthouse for all who in Him abide.
And I am not upon the shore in the sunshine of the morn;
for I'm still upon life's ocean where the ships are tossed and torn.
When I see the lightning flashing and I hear life's thunder roll;
what a blessed reassurance, I've an anchor for my soul.
For Jesus is my lighthouse, thru waters rough or still;
and I am safe if I lead a life that's centered in His will.
And when the waves are gentle and the sun is shining bright --
I pray my eyes will still be fixed on the One who gives the light;
And may the life I lead for Him be based on love--not fear;
for it matters not, be it safe or calm, I know He is always near.
Written by Sue Powell
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