This past weekend was a rough one for me. My brother flew home to New York early Saturday morning, and I was alone for the first time in almost four weeks (since I broke my ankle). The silence in the house seemed all encompassing, not counting when Poppet barks. A couple of friends made sure I got to church on Sunday and then we went out to eat afterward. I’d feared I might cry my way through worship, but I didn’t. I was blessed by the entire service and by so many who came up and hugged me and told me they were praying for me. But once I was home, there was that silence and the underlying knowledge that, even if I could drive, I couldn’t go see my mom. I cried and cried.
But this morning, after completing my Bible study, I put on some worship music and cranked up the volume and began to sing along to the many old familiar choruses. After a while, I returned to the coffee pot to refill my cup, and while I was there the song, I Stand in Awe of You, came over the speakers. I stopped right where I was in the kitchen and raised my arms and closed my eyes and imagined my mom in heaven, singing that very same song to the King at the same time I was singing it here on earth. And in those moments, I felt the comfort of the Holy Spirit in such a profound way.
Thank You Jesus.
I had a doctor appointment yesterday, and the surgeon said I could start putting a little weight on my ankle while using the crutches, a couple of times a day. And I’m to start doing some little exercises, just removing the boot and bending my foot up and down, as tolerated pain-wise. I was so surprised and delighted by this, because on my last visit I’d been told it wouldn’t happen until the end of July.
I’ll close this post with a YouTube version of I Stand in Awe of You. Perhaps it will cause your spirit to soar above whatever trial you are facing today, as it did mine.