Constantly Amazed; Constantly Humbled
Tuesday. Life hadn't been so good. I spent the late hours of the night barely holding on; scrunched up against the wall--pain--watching the smudge of dawn blur through the curtain of my tears. I knew there was those that cared, but yet again they were asleep.
Then Wednesday. My mum got a message from a lady in America. "I had to write. On Tuesday, I kept thinking of Lydia and feeling like I needed to pray for her. I prayed for her all day--is she ok?" I almost cried when my mum told me. Here I'd been doubting that God really cared, when all the while He'd been reminding people on the other side of the world to cover me in prayer.
I'm constantly amazed. Things like this happen. People ring to ask how I am. Others send me e-mails. Many say they're praying. These are people I know are for real. They're not just *saying* it. And in point of fact, it's very humbling. Very, very humbling.
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