There is a mosque near our guest house. It plays the call to worship and pray six times a day. One of the things I love about the Muslim faith is their commitment and discipline. It is hard to stop everything and focus on God that many times a day. I might not be praying to the same God but I appreciate the frequent reminders to take my thoughts captive and depend on Jesus.
Sleeping last night was hard without Bill and Cara. I have had several panic attacks at night while I have been here. It seems that the times that God is most at work are the times when I am irrationally unable to sleep. I was very concerned that I might not be able to sleep and I would have no one to help calm me down this time. However, sometimes when we are most broken we are then able to surrender our own efforts and depend on God the way we should. I spoke scripture out loud and took my thoughts captive. There was no need to cross over to the side of panic. One last text from a good friend read "You are not alone." It was what I needed to hear most. Bill might not be here to be hug me but I am not alone. (His hugs are so healing I often think God gave him arms just to hug me :) These are the things you "know" but take for granted. Thank you to everyone that prayed for me. I slept soundly knowing I was not alone.
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