Tuesday, November 2, 2010


“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name." Psalm 91:14

I heard the door shut, ready to cry. My husband headed into work, necessary of course, but I remained home with a sick boy that very easily might be hospitalized by day’s end. I thought back to the previous night when I rushed home after my husband called. Peter had thrown up and from the sound of his voice I knew he struggled to handle it all. As the tears started to fall, I cried out to God, “I rescued him last night, Lord. But who’s going to rescue me?” I felt so abandoned.

For a second day the tummy bug overwhelmed Peter. Thankfully no fever, but the nausea wrecked havoc on top of the mitochondrial disease. If we couldn’t keep medications down and caloric intake up, we needed to head to the ER for IV support. So far we had barely managed to nurse him through for 24 hours but I didn’t know how much longer I could manage if the nausea continued. Plus, the forecast called for close to 3 feet of snow the next day and I didn’t know whether to persevere at home or be stranded at a hospital. We had some anti-nausea medication in the house to try today…it felt like my last hope. It all overwhelmed me.

So I stood alone in my kitchen and cried in both body and spirit. Who’s going to rescue me? Like the Holy Spirit descended on Christ at his baptism, God’s word dropped into my soul. I am your rescuer; I am here; You are not alone.

I wish I could say I felt instant peace and the world completely righted… but I didn’t. Regardless, I moved forward into the morning. I processed options and prayed about how and when to give Peter the medications and fluids he needed. Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. My friend Yetta stood on the doorstep. She dropped off some soup, listened to me complain and cry, checked if I needed anything at the store and promised her prayers. I felt a little better as I shut the door behind her, but still dreaded facing it all as I returned to Peter. Then just a few moments later, the doorbell rang again and this time my friend Kathy greeted me, also bearing soup. She stayed about 15 minutes and joked with Peter. She too listened and gave several much needed hugs of support. Then she left.

But this time, as I shut the door, the peace finally came. I realized God’s presence. As he said, he was my rescuer and I was not alone. The arms of my friends had been the arms of God. Their words of encouragement, his words of support. Their love was his, in physical form. I was not abandoned. I was not alone. He rescued me with his presence even as I walked back to my sick child.

I pray whatever you face today, that you will receive this truth deep into your soul: you are not alone. God is with you. He sees you. He knows your pain and he knows what you need. Cling to him. He promises to rescue you.

1 comment:

  1. Juli, it's interesting to look at this story and remember that even before you prayed, God was preparing these ladies to come to comfort you! They didn't just appear with soup on a cold winter morning, they had been working on it for a few hours. I love how God knew (and knows) what we need before we even ask.