I recently went through a very dark night. Not a season of life, but a ten-hour debacle in the night hours. For some unknown reason, my back had snapped, and pain was piercing through my body with every tiny move. A rat had decided to take residence in our bedroom, and I could tell it was enjoying my “well-hidden” snack all night. It was cold. The blankets felt like they were paper-weight. No sleep. No comfort.
I knew morning would come, but I didn’t know what morning would hold. Visions of being carried on a stretcher to a COVID-ridden hospital kept crowding my mind and my heart. At last, just before daybreak, I fell asleep.
The next day as I was able to walk gingerly inside the house (and did not have to be carried anywhere on a stretcher!), I pondered the dark night this world is passing through. Yes, morning will come. Covid-19 is not the end of the story. But we really don’t know what morning will bring. So many questions – so many fears.
Do you remember this golden oldie (maybe only if you are in the 50+ age group)?
- I don’t know about tomorrow, I just live from day to day.
- I don’t borrow from its sunshine, for the skies may turn to grey.
- I don’t worry oér the future, for I know what Jesus said.
- And today, I’ll walk beside him, for He knows what is ahead.
- Many things about tomorrow, I don’t seem to understand.
- But I know who holds the future, and I know who holds my hand.”
Yes, He holds the future. Yes, he holds our hand. Emmanuel. God with us.
Regardless of what the days ahead of us look like, He will be with us in them all.