Today

Earlier this afternoon as I paused in the pantry door I was suddenly overwhelmed by the thought that people must be praying for me today. Plain and simple. Earlier this morning I was poised to fall apart. All the signs were there. Then next thing I know it is hours and hours later and I am thinking of others’ prayers.

Then, around 7 P.M., a friend from church called. She said she just meant to be brief, but she wanted me to know that she had been praying for me all day.

As much as I love it when I am right, I am even more delighted to have my name lifted to our Good God and for Him to hear their prayers. I don’t for a minute think she was alone. For as despondent I was this morning it was a lot of prayers that held me up. That’s how devoted God’s children are. [Although God would have heard the prayers of just one, I am certain.]

Tomorrow is another day. And the physical parts of the miscarriage, and the remaining grief are far from over. But I trust the Holy Spirit will lead others to pray for me in those moments when I just can not pray for myself.

The flowers? Gifts from a friend of 20 years. Dropped off, way out of her way, Friday afternoon. The card said they were to be planted in memory of our babies. Guess why she’s been a friend for 20 years. ♥