In the hands of a gracious God

Yesterday was a good day. I actually ate some real food. I got some little projects done for the wedding. I have been making friends with my new oxygen concentrator, which helps. The cat doesn't like it, because it is loud, but it helps me rest better when I lie down. I stayed up way past my usual bedtime and talked to the girls. Our pastor brought our story before the congregation last Sunday, and the prayer that rose up from our faithful people is part of the yesterday's gift of a day. The presence of concentrated oxygen is part of the gift, the new steroid medication starting to work is part of the gift. Secular or sacred, the combined power of science and prayer brought us into the center of a good day, which is the center of God's gracious hands. We cannot hold on to it as if is were our own for all time, it is simply a touch that reminds us that we are not alone in this big world. We sail a sea of troubles, and see calm days and storms. We should never forget that that is God's grace too, because each rolling wave brings us closer to understanding each other and Him, if we pay attention. Thanks to all who pray for us, it is felt and it is appreciated. Thanks to those whose serve us medically, as well. It is all God's work, playing out in our days, caring for us in the ways we need it most.