When I awoke this morning, the sun was shining as brightly as ever, but its light was filtered. Its presence was there, but its intense warmth was being hindered by the atmosphere.
That is how God’s love is. It is there. It radiates. But sometimes, its warmth barely penetrates through the cold atmosphere of my universe.
My heart was dull; my spirit was heavy. My limbs were as lead. My Caregiver? Oh yes, does He care? Does He know my oxygen is low? Can He feel the throb of pain?
Where could I go? I feel a tug. My clouded eyes barely look up, and there I fall, prostrate and call in my weakness. I call in distress. He draws me to His embrace. My faltering heart seeks His heartbeat. I pour out my longings, my hurts, my anxieties, my sins, my griefs. Helplessly, all my contents spill out. He lovingly scoops them up. You see, He is my Caregiver. And He is there, just like the rising sun, every day. Though the moon casts its shadow and brings a chill to the air, He is still there. And He cares.
When my prayer is spent, I rise shakily to my feet. I am overwhelmed at my Caregiver’s infusion of strength. I am amazed at the renewed oxygen my Caregiver has supplied. My dimmed, distorted vision requires a new lens, and I am sustained by His vision.
The morning goes by. A song from my Caregiver wafts through the air. Yes, in Your own time, Lord, in Your own way, teach me to be patient. Lord, teach me to wait; the answer may not come today.
A message dings on my phone—a message from my Caregiver! I cannot believe what I am experiencing; it overwhelms me. A friend, a long ago, far away friend, sends me a message of courage. She sings me a song of God’s care. She had no idea she was a personal messenger from my Caregiver. She was just faithful to inner promptings.
Lord, I thank You. Lord, Your love is overwhelming. You are the healing grace my heart always hungers for.
This letter is a thank you to my personal Caregiver.
And may each and every one of you learn to know Him, too. He is there, like the sun, radiating warmth and care in a cold, uninhabitable atmosphere. Thank You, God.
Messenger of Truth, 2018, No. 23
