You should read Psalm 30.
And I thought that sounds like a Holy Spirit type of thought
since most of my thoughts tell me,
You should eat chocolate or How about a nap right about now?
So this is what I read:
I will praise you, Lord, for you have rescued me.
You refused to let my enemies triumph over me.
O, Lord my God, I cried out to you for help, and you restored my health.
You brought me up from the grave, O Lord.
You kept me from falling into the pit of death.
Sing to the Lord, all you godly ones! Praise his holy name.
His anger lasts for a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime!
Weeping may go on all night, but joy comes with the morning.
When I was prosperous I said, “Nothing can stop me now!”
Your favor, O Lord, made me as secure as a mountain.
Then you turned away from me and I was shattered.
I cried out to you, O Lord, I begged the Lord for mercy, saying,
“What will you gain if I die, if I sink down into the grave?
Can my dust praise you from the grave?
Can it tell the world of your faithfulness?
Hear me, Lord, and have mercy on me. Help me, O Lord.”
You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.
You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy,
That I might sing praises to you and not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever!
It seemed more than a coincidence that this is the scripture that
He brought to mind the morning after race to hospital in the late night hours.
Even more so this morning, when I went through my purse and found out
that I had not grabbed Addie's emergency epi-pin for the emergency run
but a tube of his eczema lotion instead.
I'm pretty sure that a slathering of steroid creme
does not have the same effect as a shot of life saving epinephrine.
Clearly, my life and all of my breaths are held in the palm of the One
who created me.
He decided two nights ago that He has more days for me to live out.
And then He gave me a directive.
Not to be silent. To tell of his faithfulness. To praise him.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
That is me. I have breath. And I am beyond grateful for it.
I am thankful for the greatness of the One who saves.
The One who delivers.
He answers whispered prayers and frightened cries for help.
He lifts us up to firm place and rescues us from the pit of death....
both figuratively and literally.
He is beyond good.
Can I get an amen?