I found it ironic that in my last post, I wrote about being so grateful to have a place to go when we get hit hard by life. That place, of course, is God’s throne, where He rules in absolute control…even when things on this earth seem so out of control.
I published the post and headed to the high school track to walk. I had just started to walk when my cell phone rang. It was my mom’s cell phone.
I hate to see her cell phone number.
I mainly see that number when she is calling to tell me that she is in the hospital.
At 77, my mom is generally quite healthy but there have been a few times over the years when she has had to go to the ER. This was one of those times.
“I’m in the hospital,” she said, sounding tired and frightened. She went on to tell me that she had had a TIA. Her cousin Elaine was with her and she was waiting to be admitted. She told me about the events that had led her there and promised to keep me posted. We said our “I love yous” and disconnected.
I felt a lump in my throat and my heart started pounding. It was a brilliantly sunny day. High school students played flag football on the field and further down the hill, elementary children were out for recess in full force, their loud laughter piercing the early afternoon air.
I felt small, scared and helpless. I only have one parent left and I was not ready to say goodbye.
The first place I went was to the throne that I had written about earlier. I poured my heart out to Jesus, who is firmly seated on that throne. He is the Author of life and knows every day that has been allotted to each of us. He is close to the broken-hearted. He collects all our tears in a bottle. He is intimately acquainted with our fears. He draws near to us in our time of need. I was so grateful that I had somewhere to go during a time like this. I took comfort in knowing that nothing takes Jesus by surprise. Even though I couldn’t be with my mom in that Pennsylvania hospital room, He was there with her. My prayers reached His ears and He sent His peace pouring into my heart.
After praying, I began to text and call dear friends and ask them to pray. Hearing their familiar voices and reading their words was such a comfort.
When I climbed into my car to head back home, the voice of Michael W. Smith filled the air from my CD player. His version of “Here I Am To Worship” was just starting. I began to sing along as I drove and knew that for the rest of the day, I would listen to that song over and over again.
Worship always replaces worry.
Worship calms fears and soothes frayed nerves.
Worship fills the empty places with His fullness.
Worship silences the lies of the enemy.
Worship replaces the gray with the bright colors of joy.
Worship brings blessed peace to troubled hearts.
Worship allows our spirits to rise above the confines of this earth and gain a much-needed eternal perspective.
Worship focuses our attention like a laser beam on Jesus and His power and loving-kindness.
Worship reminds us that He gives beauty for ashes and promises to work all things for the good of His own.
All day long, I listened to that song, and my faith became stronger than my fears. Yes, my fear was still there, lurking, but I didn’t allow it to overwhelm me.
As it turned out, my mom was fine. All her tests came back clear and she was released from the hospital yesterday.
I am so grateful.
Whatever you are going through as you read this, do not hesitate to use praise as your most powerful and effective weapon.
Even if you do not get the happy ending you were hoping for, trust His heart and know that His purposes are good and kind.
Praise or fear?
The choice is yours.