Well, another speed bump in the highway of life. Friday night I had a series of seizures. Another new and serious development in my ordeal. Even as I was laying there shaking uncontrollably I felt the presence of the Lord with me. I don't think I have ever prayed that hard in my entire life. I prayed that it would stop. I prayed that someone would come and check on me to discover me in that state. My family was in the other side of the house watching the opening ceremonies of the olympics on television. I was laying on the couch, originally to attempt a nap. By the time it was all over I was laying on the floor next to the couch under the couch cushions. I was able to mumble help between seizures, but under the cushions it wasn't loud enough to get anyone's attention. I lay there crying out for help. It made me realize that in this life there is nothing and no one that can ever be completely counted on. Not to say that I couldn't count on my family, but they have limitations just like everyone else here on earth, just like I have. I also realized that there is only one person to call on. There is only one person who can always be counted on. He can always hear our calls through couch cushions or any other obstacles that we think are in the way. God is always there and can always hear our cries for help. This Sunday there was a hymn that really ministered to me. "Praise to the Lord the Almighty" might not sound like a hymn about comfort, but comfort comes in knowing that there is someone bigger and more powerful than yourself who is in control and cares about us. Verse four especially was helpful for me. "Praise to the Lord, who doth nourish thy life and restore thee. Fitting thee well for the tasks that are ever before thee. Then to thy need He like a mother doth speed spreading the wings of grace o'er thee." What a comforting picture. He is nourishing my life even when my health is failing. Every breath, every heartbeat, every moment is a gift from him. He will fit me for whatever he has planned for me to do. Even as I lay on the floor unable to move and only able to mumble help he sped like a mother to cover me in his wings. Ironically, it was my mother who heard me. She was in her room asleep farther from me than the others watching the olympics. But even before she found me and came to my aid God had sped to my rescue and was covering me with grace. Every second of my life I am covered by the grace of Christ he provided on the cross.
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