God Follows Me

Sister Amy is back home in Arizona, and the hubster and I have one last glorious day in Cocoa Beach. All the mamas I actively work with who chose life over abortion have now been paired with a family buying them Christmas gifts. I cannot believe how perfectly God worked this miracle while I was on our Thanksgiving vacation. It felt like He was reminding me: be anxious for nothing. Just as I have got this, I have got you.

My therapist had given me the green light to kayak while in Florida, but not because she felt my frozen shoulder would benefit from it. She said, "You must enjoy living. We will fix you up when you get back home."

I have been doing my exercises and releasing my 'trigger points' of tight muscles each day. I don't think I have lost any ground in terms of range of motion. More importantly, I have biked and walked miles along the ocean with people I love, kayaked among mother and baby manatee, and even through a mangrove tunnel. It has been a beautiful peaceful respite. God is so gentle and so good.

My Bible study today noted that Psalm 23:6 reveals one of the most wonderful things about God.
Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.

His goodness and love FOLLOW me. He is not static, or uncaring, or passive. His love pursues me! The symbolism of that was manifold in my week here in Cocoa Beach. My sister Amy and I spent hours in our kayaks following the ephemeral trail of elusive manatees. We stuck to them, because we were so entranced by their unique beauty. In the end, we found them, and bobbed on the water, content to be in their presence.

To think God follows me gives me great comfort.