I thought it was a brilliant idea to change my blog days from Fridays to Thursdays. Thursdays are a free-ish day, and then Fridays could be Jim’s and my day to do things together and not worry about posting a blog. But it isn’t working out like I thought it would. Today is a good example of that.

We’re on a little getaway at the beach, staying in our trailer at a lovely campground. There’s no internet at all—which is good, except when you want to write something and send it out.

We are in the ER. Jim—who is never sick, never in pain—experienced severe back pain all evening and night. Muscle spasms where he couldn’t move without yelping in pain.

The caregivers are doing their best to help him, but I must confess sitting in a chair in an emergency room with my husband lying on a bed scares me. A lot. I’ve been here before. And the news was not good then, but I am much more hopeful this time.

It’s a different situation and time, but I have to reflect on brave words I’ve said in public. Words like “I’m  trusting.” Like “I’m leaving my situation in God’s hands.” Do I really mean them? Do I truly believe that I can trust the Father to take care of me and mine? I do trust. I do know Jesus is with me, but I’m human and a bit scared, I’ll be honest.

I read this verse recently and it resonated in my soul:

Then I pray to you, O Lord.
I say, “You are my place of refuge.
You are all I really want in life (Psalm 142:5 NLT).

“No matter what, I know you are my refuge.You are everything to me. I can go on–no matter what–if I have you. Thank you Lord. I can trust in you and you alone. Amen.”

I haven’t decided for sure, but I think I’m going to go back to Friday mornings for my weekly blog. Sometimes great ideas aren’t so great after all. For sure this week, it will be on a Friday. Thanks for reading–and praying, too! I appreciate them.