My return to work after a short break brought with it the inevitable bite of winter. The oppression of loneliness and religious rejection. I tried everything I had learned on keeping my eyes on God, but I could sense the strength of spring slowly leave me.
Some hours later, I received a text message of a cousin’s pain. As I reached out to comfort her through my gift of tickles, a healing crept back into my spirit. Within the hour, though nothing at work had changed, I was upright once more.
I came home late yet determined not to bring winter in with me. I stoked the hearth to keep the fires of hope in spring alive. When bedtime came, I sought it with gladness as the day had been long and tiring.
Settling down to sleep, I began to feel a strange weight pressing down on my chest. It felt like an iron brick. I went still, trying to figure out what was happening. The ‘brick’ pressed down harder – but oddly, I didn’t have trouble breathing. My thoughts returned to the day and I knew then that it had been harder than I was willing to admit. And it was not just today. Today had been just one day out of many long years of this same suffering. No end seemed to be in sight.
Jesus, I calmly called out in the silence of my heart, Lay Thy hand upon my heart.
In a heartbeat, the pain lifted. Just like that, it was gone. I snuggled down in the comfort that God was close by.
But before I drifted off to sleep, I quietly asked God about my work woes, How long more till the promised help comes?
Today, I see something that brings to life the tiny embers within me,
There is a stream whose runlets gladden the city of God,
the holy dwelling of the Most High.
God is in its midst; it shall not be disturbed;
God will help it at the break of dawn. ~ Psalm 46: 6
I recalled the pain in my chest and how it had lifted miraculously.
God is in its midst; it shall not be disturbed
When will help come? I had asked.
Could this be the answer?
God will help it at the break of dawn.
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