This week I was sick, really sick. I was seriously afraid for the first time in a long time.  I prayed to God. He reminded me of how He’d been with me during that other awful time. I knew that he had been; I remembered being amazed at His work. But when He reminded me, so help me, the thing that first came to mind was how tired and spent I was at the end of that process.

Why would I not remember His presence first of all? Did I learn nothing? Why am I so apprehensive about physical exhaustion when I have the memory of Him keeping His promises? Once again I see my inability to rely on my own strength and my need for mercy. I’m glad God is full of grace and mercy and offers both freely to whoever will take it.