The Miraculous among the Mundane
Dear friends, Psalm 23 has taken renewed meaning for me these days. It is a great joy to be out in the country--"he makes me lie down in green pastures." In the face of pessimistic predictions, I am doing well. My cheeks, once so hollow and gaunt, are slowly filling back in. I find reason to sing: "he restores my soul." Yet the battle does seem to last much longer than I wanted it to. I wanted a speedy, instant miracle of full recovery. This is one taking lots of prayer and patience. And yet I do see miracle after miracle. It is a strange feeling, having come close to death many times this last year. I know life is a bountiful gift of pure grace. I need not fear. The one who has spared me so many times is the one I can trust with everything: "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. For you are with me. Your rod and your staff, they comfort me." It is a great joy to eat again after being NPO so many times and on ve...