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Day 39, Wednesday, November 15


Today’s thought is shared by Tim Alsup…

“Casting all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you.” (1 Peter 5:7)

I certainly wasn’t prepared for it, but last December began one of the most prayerful and reflective times in my life. Arinne and I were in Orlando, taking the kids to Disney. It was a trip we had been excited about for a long time. Even better, my parents were coming down to join us about midway through the week, so our trips would overlap for a few days.

On the day Mom and Dad were supposed to arrive, we were running around with the kids, and we began wondering why we hadn’t heard from them yet. Knowing my parents, I expected they would just appear around a corner suddenly, surprising us with smiles and hugs, without any other word that they had already arrived. The afternoon kept going, and still no sign of them.

When Dad didn’t answer my texts and calls I began to wonder, and when we finally connected, he told me that Mom was in the hospital in Orlando feeling sick. We got the kids situated and I drove to the hospital, not sure what was going on. When I met Dad in the waiting room, he told me how badly Mom was doing, that she was barely conscious when they got her to the hospital. After a couple of hours, the doctor came out with bad news. Mom was septic, he said, from a bad case of pneumonia. Her organs were shutting down and she was getting sicker by the hour. He said they were giving her a large dose of antibiotics, and he advised us to go to our hotels and get some sleep, that they would call us with any changes.

After Dad and I hugged in the parking lot and got in our cars, I called Arinne, and then I just sat there for a minute trying to absorb everything. I texted our elders and ministers and a few other friends, asking them to pray for mom. As I laid down to sleep and plugged my phone in, I fully expected to get a call in the middle of the night from the hospital, letting us know that Mom had passed.

Thankfully, Mom made it through that night. And while things were slow, she stabilized over the next few days. A week later, she was moved to an acute care center in Orlando. Even there, there were some “she might not make it” moments, but she slowly got healthier and stronger, and was able to get moved to Murfreesboro. She has continued to strengthen, and now it almost feels like “normal” again.

What was most comforting through the entire ordeal was prayer. Talking to God about it, trusting Him with knowing the future & what should & shouldn’t happen. And hearing from so many in our church family that they were praying as well. I didn’t know what the outcome would be, but I believed that God knew better than I did. And while we are so thankful for the outcome so far, there was some hope & peace even in the unknown, through “casting our anxieties on Him, knowing that He cares for us” (1 Peter 5:7).

God, thank you for prayer. Thank you for taking our anxieties and doing what is best with them. Please give us trust that You see what we don’t, and that You are working to provide the best path for our lives and our eternities. Give us faith in Your power and Your strength and Your wisdom. In Jesus’ name, Amen.



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