Mom spent weeks in the hospital fighting for her life and every morning I would head northbound on 131 to be with her and my dad. Morning after morning as I approached the "s curve" the sun would be rising--brilliant in color and size--the light so bright it blinded my vision for a fraction of a second.
As I drove thinking and praying for my mom the rising of the sun was a tangible promise of a new day ahead. My heart swelled with the words of the old familiar hymn...
"Great is thy faithfulness
Great is thy faithfulness
Morning by morning new mercies I see
The words never so sweeter--the promises never so true. Now six years later the memory of those mornings have not fled. The power of the hymn continues to bring tears to my eyes and I can't help but raise my hands in gratitude and surrender. The last few weeks as I've been driving to the hospital in which I work, and I approach the on ramp, the sun appears, brilliant in color and size. The words of that old beloved hymn flood my heart once again.
What a powerful reminder--a much needed reminder for my life-for our adoption-for my mom's health-and daily stress and struggles.
""All I have needed thy hand hath provided
Great is thy faithfulness, Lord unto me"
Now six years later mom is beginning the evaluation process for a heart transplant. And today we're one day closer to seeing the picture of the child God has chosen for us.
What a journey--we've come so far and for this girl who never was a morning person--I've found beauty, joy and a peace that surpasses all human understanding in the rising of the sun.