Perfect Peace and Rest...

For those who haven't heard, my mom fell last night and broke her wrist...actually, multiple fractures in the arm near the wrist...and displaced her thumb. We got to spend our second Saturday in a row in the Sparks ER, and sent our sleep quota even further into the negative numbers. Fortunately, they decided *not* to do surgery last night, so we will go to the orthopedic surgeon tomorrow to find out if she will have to have surgery or if it can be corrected without it. In the meantime, she is in a lot of pain and having a rough time functioning...why do we always have to break *right* things, and not *left* things???

I kept saying last night this was our *4th* broken bone in 54 weeks...Ammah Grace broke her arm just over a year ago, and then I broke my ankle in March, Papa broke his hip last week, and now Mother. I realized this morning, though, that I missed one...Billy's mom is just getting over a broken arm as well. She broke her arm just as my ankle was getting better. I guess the rest of the family had better take cover!

It's going to be a very interesting week. We will be spending a lot of time with *Mamoe*, helping her do what needs to be done this week...not to mention the looming possibility of surgery. I told Billy today that I am tireder than I *ever* remember being...even those last few months before Daddy died when he was so sick and we were all so drained. This year has just been *extremely* intense (for want of a better word) for us, and the stress and lost sleep the past couple of weeks has really hit hard.

God always seems to send encouragement through music, and today was no exception. As I was standing in the choir loft fighting exhaustion this morning, the words to this old hymn took on new meaning. We have really experienced His perfect peace...and the promise this morning of His perfect rest was such an encouragement:

Like a river glorious is God's perfect peace,
Over all victorious in its bright increase;
Perfect yet it floweth fuller every day;
Perfect yet it groweth deeper all the way.

Stayed upon Jehovah, Hearts are fully blest;
Finding as He promised, Perfect peace and rest.

Hidden in the hollow of His blessed hand,
Never foe can follow, Never traitor stand;
Not a surge of worry, Not a shade of care,
Not a blast of hurry Touch the spirit there.

Every joy or trial falleth from above,
Trac'd upon our dial by the Sun of Love;
We may trust Him fully all for us to do;
They who trust Him wholly find Him wholly true.

(By the way, I had planned to post a Father's Day post today, but it's not going to happen. I'll try to post belated Father's Day thoughts later in the week.)

1 comment:

Joyful Days said...

Prayers for healing and comfort and peace for all the members of your family.