A dear friend recently replied to a post I had written with these words: “We feel God carrying us in beautiful ways.” Having been anxious about yesterday’s kidney transplant evaluation, I now can understand those words. It was a long day, a hard day in some ways, but I did feel God carrying me in beautiful ways.
As a result of God’s gentle presence, I feel nothing but hope for a better and healthier future. Of course, I do not know if a donor will be found for me in the time we have to find one. That is an unknown. The pathway ahead, as always, leads to places I cannot yet see. But I do know that God is carrying me, and all will be well.
Our family is hopeful. Our friends are praying. God is in control. What more could I want.
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. He invites me to lie down in green pastures. He leads me by still waters. He restores my soul.
Thanks be to God for gifts of grace, for carrying me in beautiful ways.