Yesterday morning, I had a deep foreboding about my parents. I put my ear piece/headset on to call them while I went for a bike ride, but the wind was too loud. I would call them when I got home. Instead, I got a text from my sister. My mom had fallen, and broken her elbow and hip.
Yesterday, I drove halfway to NY, buoyed by Christian music on the radio.
There is hope for the hopeless....
You are not alone...
In the hotel, I ate a salad from Walmart for dinner which was surprisingly good. The songs with the message of hope and healing in Jesus echoed in my head during the sleepless hours of the night, mingling with my prayers. Today I will finish the trip to my folks, and sit with them through whatever may come. Surgery is scheduled for Friday.
I may not have time to blog over the next week. I have no idea what the future holds. But I do know who holds the future. My prayer is that everyone who doesn't know God would ask Him to speak. Then listen. With all your heart, listen.
My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand.
So faith comes from hearing, and hearing through the word of Christ.