The God of It All

Surroundings are different. Machines are beeping and the constant open and close of the door to ensure vitals are good, disturb the quiet. The quiet that my soul desperately longs for, as I look for HIM.

Preacher and I are at third trip to the hospital. Week three and counting. Watching him deal with each wave of pain and uncertainty exhausts my soul. Some anxiousness mixed with the purposeful extra flow of adrenaline during times like this has found me emotionally overwhelmed and drained. Tractor girl tries to settle, to calm, to get back to a sense of balance.

Emotions and feelings swell and retract like waves dancing under the mood of the moon. Waves beautiful yet frightful. And I listen for HIM. I listen intensely for HIS footsteps, in the “cool of the day.”

I look for HIM. I long for HIM.

I’m not in “my garden.” I’m not at our usual meeting place. But, I still look for HIM. I look for HE who is not bound by circumstances or location. HE who is omnipresent. HE who has said “I will never leave you or forsake you.” HE who has said, Behold I am with you even to the end of the earth.

Is it true that nothing, absolutely nothing, can separate us from HIS love?  Does it mean he no longer loves us if we have trouble or calamity, or are persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger, or threatened with death? Is He truly there?

Preacher and I are anxious to get home, ready to get “through” this. To get back to “normal” and the place where we think God really is. The place that seems uninhibited and not sedated with tubes and needles. The place we know as calm and normalcy.

But, HE reminds this morning that HE is the God of it All. HE is the God of home and the God of the hospital. HE is not limited or restricted by medical devices. Diagnosis and prognosis do not limit HIS hands. These giants are but grasshoppers in HIS eyes. Ultimately what HE wants is for us to see HIM, hear HIM, find HIM in the midst of it all.

As I try to settle, I listen. Listen for his footsteps “in the cool of the day.” I listen for HIM and I hear HIM. And amazingly enough, when I seek HIM, I find HIM…and HE is there, always there.

HE is just as present in the Garden of Eden as the Garden of Gethsemane.

HE never fails to do just what HIS word says HE will do.
HIS clarion command is still clear, “just walk with ME.” And what a beautiful walk it is.

HE never fails to do just what HIS word says HE will do.

HIS clarion command is still clear, “just walk with ME.”

And what a beautiful walk it is.
In the beautiful Garden of Eden.
In the crushing Garden of Gethsemane.
Over rough mountainous terrain.
In the green meadows.
In the depths of the valley.
On the violent waves of the ocean.
In the peaceful streams.
And, yes, in the hospital.

And that’s the beauty of it all. To see HIM, to find HIM in less than pleasant places. To experience a side of HIM not known before. Being very present just as HE promised. Giving me the steady needed during this tumultuous rock climb.

YHWH and me.

What a Mighty God We Serve!!!