Like a Child

Today is a sick day. I've gotten off one drug but have'nt yet increased the other. Yesterday, I heard a good sermon on the radio, I watched another good sermon that I had downloaded, I read part of a great sermon, and I ended the day going to church and watching our pastor preach a sermon via live video feed from the video conference room at church. (The good Mr. M records the sermon on three cameras for the television show.) All those sermons made me examine my life and thoughts and actions. I thought about how I could please God more, and love others better. I felt good yesterday. Today, there is a lot less thinking, and a lot more crying out to God, like a helpless child in need of help. Knowing I am saved only because of God's good grace and not by anything I have done or ever could do, I simply look to Him in faith and ask and plead for wisdom for my doctors and myself, and strength for my body, and the patience needed to wait for the answers. I am glad to be a child of His, and to be able to rest in Him in the full assurance that, regardless of what I can or can't do, I am His and He will take care of me.