The memories are - to use a trite expression if I may - "like yesterday." A blowing snowstorm. Crawling down the road in my old Jeep for over two hours to get to the hospital. Almost in a wreck myself once. Wondering, praying, hoping, but preparing for the worst.
Spending an afternoon, evening, night, early morning in the same suspense, reality sliding ever nearer for its inevitable embrace.
But...through it all a strange sensation. A feeling past human understanding.
Beyond human comprehension.
Stronger than a lion.
Gentle as a dove.
Silent as the morning mist.
Soothing as a balm.
Like a lighthouse in the night.
Like a warm hearth in winter.
A mighty arm that carries the feeble.
May it be yours throughout the Christmas season and the years to come.
And the Peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.