A crack is not enough, for the door will be forced open wider.
“Worry” will walk in with all its minions of frustration, fear, anxiety.
The intent is to rob you of your peace, joy, contentment and trust.
Closure is only possible with the word of God.
That is where I have had to dwell today. I cracked the door open last night.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Biblical definitions of Hope in the Hebrew and Greek=To trust in, wait for, look for or desire something or someone; or to expect something beneficial in the future. Anticipation and the absolute certainty of God’s promises, confident expectation.
I was in Arizona, visiting my one and only grandchild and her parents. About a week before I was to come home, I developed a dry cough and thought I was reacting to the dry air and fires. I became very fatigued and attributed it to my Fibromyalgia and overdoing it.
I was wrong.
Fast forward to October. By October 1st I was very ill and had to go to the ER on October 13, upon the insistence of my husband and neighbor. I ended up being transferred to Barnes Jewish and spent eleven total days there. I was very ill, and they did a lot of testing; I was in isolation and it was a time that the Father showed Himself over and over.
They transferred me by ambulance one evening from my local hospital, arriving at Barnes at 3:30am. Suffice it to say, I would not recommend a two-hour ambulance ride on a bucket list! I put it on so I could check it off!
I was very ill and alone. I was peaceful, and I knew the Father was with me. We arrived on the 14th floor and the charge nurse introduced me to my nurse for that night and the next night.
Here is where the Father affirmed his presence, and that He was my hope.
“This is your nurse. His name is Alphonse.”
“No, that cannot be,” I muttered quietly.
I am sure they thought I was one of “those” patients.
“Yes, ma’am, he will be your nurse.”
“But that is my husband’s name!!”
No one could believe it!
Who has that name? We all know of Alphonse Capone. But other than the Capone fellow and my husband, I knew of no others.
This nurse, Alphonse from Kenya, was such a blessing to me. His name alone was a comfort since my husband was not allowed to be there. Peace came over me. He was a believer, and we prayed for one another through those nights.
He had a burden that he had been carrying for years, and I prayed over him. Night was the worse for my pain, so he prayed for me.
All the nurses heard the story and each time they came in my room, “Shang ra La” as I called it, I told them it could be a place of rest. The Lord let me love on every one of them and encourage them in their profession.
“Alphonse” never got to meet my “Alphonse”. In fact, he was not on duty with me after that second night. I told him we were adopting him, after all he was 35 and just a year older than our eldest. He was married, with two precious girls.
I told our sons that they had an older brother, who just happened to be named after their dad. How “coincidental” is that? I don’t believe in coincidence. It was a “God thing” and will always be.
The doctors continued to test me for all kinds of diseases through that first week. I was in isolation, but with the Father’s continued presence, hope and support… we finally got some answers.
The Father will always be with you in your journey, no matter what it is. He is who I always knew He was. The journey may not be easy, but He will never leave you alone.
Do you remember the character from the Charlie Brown series that was called “Pig Pen”?He seemed to have somewhat of a smile on his face and smudges of dirt all over his clothes and face.He also had a cloud of dust that was surrounding his legs and feet.
Isn’t that a perfect example of how we all feel right now?The smudges are all of our “normal” pressures that go with living this life on planet earth.Everyone is going through some kind of issues.We have illnesses with loved ones, know of friends and family with no jobs, cancer, divorces, family pressures…the list goes on.
Those are the smudges all over us.
Then add the worldwide pandemic and unrest, the national issues on top of all of that…
That cloud of dust that follows Pig Pen around is there with all of us.
The Father has been leading me to several passages of scripture lately.And basically they all say….”Keep your eyes off the smudges, because if you rub them they just get worse, they won’t always go away.Keep your eyes on the Father and the source of those battles, they are not what you think.”
I think the cloud and smudges are not going any where honestly.So we have a choice…where does our focus need to be?I know that I need that reminder over and over.