Last night, my husband had a really bad headache. He does get migraines, but this was different–just a bad headache. It started at supper and he took a pill. Later, after picking up kids in the church van, leading Wednesday night prayer meeting and taking kids home, we were watching some TV when I looked over to see him holding his head. The pain was worse, so I got him another pill. I decided to sleep in the guest room and went there after kissing him good night, leaving him there all curled up in a pathetic ball with the covers over his eyes.
It’s now 4:19 AM and my brain is in overdrive. What if he… I should go and check on him, but I don’t want to awaken him, but what if he’s…
Such a morbid thought, but isn’t it possible? Why not me? The hurricanes just snuffed out lives–someone’s husband or father–why not me?
What would I do? More morbid thoughts, but it may be true, or will be true, someday. I hope it’s not today. He’s only 59.
An amazing statement came into my life recently and I can’t give credit, but this morning, in the wee hours of the day, sitting at his desk, they have new meaning:
God doesn’t give us grace for our imaginations.
I can’t even imagine what I would do. Tom and I may be weird, but we play these things through our minds every once and a while. He, like most men, always says that he’ll die first and he’s probably right.
I think these thoughts are haunting me because –
- We just remembered 9/11 this week. Sixteen years ago. That doesn’t seem possible, but I’m sure anyone who lost a loved one on that day feels something different about the day.
- 9/12 is the anniversary of my own father’s death. It’s always a hard day, mainly because I don’t want to ignore it but I’m never sure what to say, especially to my mom. I write the date on a piano student’s practice notepad and think, what’s today’s date? Oh yeah, the twelfth–the day my dad died, but I don’t say anything.
- We went to a funeral this past Saturday. It was an untimely death even though his grandmother was 74. Less than a year ago she was healthy. Then the dreaded news came–cancer. Her husband is quite a bit older than she was and he probably never thought he would be facing that day. As I came to him during the viewing, he asked ME how I was doing! And then, after I asked him how he was doing, he said, “Good. What are you going to do? It’s how it is, and you just have to accept it.” WOW!
So, I’m heading back to bed. I may slip into our bedroom and just listen. I’m sure he’s OK…
… but if he’s not, I know only one thing, but it’s a really, really, BIG thing:
God’s grace will be sufficient for the day, no matter what it brings. He’s already taught me that. We carry burdens and heartaches. We have scars from past wounds. We’re made of tough stuff, although the bottom line is that God created us from dirt and when under pressure, it crumbles. But …
God’s grace will be sufficient.
I’m thankful that I can’t speak from experience on this one, but don’t we believe that faith is the substance of things hoped for, THE EVIDENCE OF THINGS NOT SEEN (Hebrews 11:1)? Can you believe this wonderful, precious promise and the One who promised it for whatever you are facing today? Will you let the strong arms of Jesus carry you through?
Stand up, stand up for Jesus,
Stand in his strength alone;
The arm of flesh will fail you,
Ye dare not trust your own.