abide in me

two weeks
until
I hear

waiting
to know
my fate

Helpless to change my destiny.
It is written.
It is.

Menopause
was suppose
to free me

Jesus says*
“Abide in me…
let my words abide in you,”

This valley
is familiar, Lord
the trees have grown

See
the climb
ahead

How
will I spend
each bright morning star?

Show me
Lord!
Teach me to count my days…

*John 15:7

When you face sickness, it takes over the mind. Every sunny day seems ten times sunnier. Every rainy day seems gloomier than usual. How will this change me? What am I to learn?

I almost welcome the pain. My heart has become as grand and spacious as the heavens opened up. Again, I cry out to God to help me through. I don’t feel alone. I feel helpless.

Update: Just an hour after blogging this, a dear friend sent me this verse, having no idea of what I was searching for. Again, there it is…PEACE, that no man can afford to give, except for the King of kings and Lord of lords. Again, I am in awe of His Majesty!

“4 There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
The holy dwelling places of the Most High.
5 God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved;
God will help her when morning dawns.” Ps. 46:4-5

This help cannot be seen outwardly.

This help cannot be taken away.

This help will keep me in perfect peace.

This help will I meditate on day and night.

Let this be my prayer Lord…Psalm 43:3 Send me your light and your faithful care,
let them lead me; let them bring me to your holy mountain, to the place where you dwell.