But something, or rather* SOMEONE* nudged me to go on my knees and pray for her - I found my mouth forming words meant to comfort her; to quiet her heart about learning to let go and trusting her young Pastor husband to take care of her; that he needed her to be by his side encouraging him instead of distracting him with worry to be able to do the work together…
Then I found her quietly weeping, but thanking God for His peace and His medicine. I did not do much, but I felt so privileged that I would be a witness to His healing.
Thank you Daddy for answering my fervent prayers from this morning. Goodnight and looking forward to having You lead us again tomorrow. I’m climbing into your arms again tonight.