woven and spun

And to feel in the night the nearness of You.

I didn’t wake up expecting to see my mother lying in a hospital bed with half of her face paralyzed. Nor did I think I’d hold her hand for the first time in more than ten years. These certainly weren’t on my Wednesday’s to-do list. It was an out-of-the-blue-tornado-hit kind of day but as I’m sitting here at the kitchen table in the middle of the night, my heart is crying out: “He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God” (Psalm 40:3). My God, You are still good. I love You.