Yesterday my friend Amy went into surgery to have a mass removed from her brain. I've known Amy for many years. Hannah was a flower girl in her wedding when she was three years old.
I wanted to do something for Amy's mother to let her know I cared. I felt I had no words that could offer any comfort. But I certainly know the One who does. So I made a little book.
One filled with prayers and promises and strength and hope. The kind of hope you cling to when you're feeling desperate and afraid.
I asked the Lord to show me some verses that might be meaningful to Amy's family during the long hours spent in the waiting room. He was faithful. Before I knew it, I was able to fill an entire spiral.
Many of the verses are familiar, yet they became fresh to me in a whole new way.
Fresh, like the Lord's mercies.
I pray those mercies consume Amy and her family in the coming days.
I pray comfort would wrap its arms around her husband and two young sons...
...and I pray He would help us all to remember that He is good and in control.
All of the time.