Thank you Lord

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Yesterday I awoke in the morning with one of those feelings that mothers know so well. I sat up in bed and recalled the poem that little Sarah used to love to recite when we read the book Madeline. I could hear Sarah at three reciting with me... “In an old house in Paris, that was covered with vines, lived twelve little girls in two straight lines, they left the house at half past nine...the smallest one was Madeline.”

I always loved it when the nun who took care of Madeline sensed something was wrong. "That evening, the girls are tucked into bed for the evening. Miss Clavel goes to bed too, but she wakes up with a fright, "something's not right". Something seems to be wrong." I had been feeling like that since the night before. I sat up in bed and read the Bible to comfort my soul. I said "Lord, I feel so anxious today, like something is wrong, but I trust that you will keep us safe." In my prayer I prayed for my family and I knew in my spirit that I should rest. I stayed home all day and just rested for a change. No crafts, no art, no telephone, no computer, no rides in the country or form of busyness, I just rested.

Then at exactly 6 o'clock the telephone rang, "Mom, there was a terrible car accident". It was Sarah, my nineteen year old daughter who attends college just an hour away. As she explained how much damage was on her car, all I wanted to know was that she was okay. She has not a bump, scratch or hurt, even though her car looks like a truck hit it and she is terribly upset about her car.

I quickly phoned my other daughter to tell her I was on my way to Sarah. Ashley said "Mom I was in a car accident too, I was just going to call you. I'm okay and my car only has a scratch, the policeman was nice and the guy who hit me too. I got all the information, Mom". Just sixteen and so mature. Sarah called back to say that the tow truck had arrived and I waited for her to phone back with directions. When the phone rang again it was Ashley, "Mom, I am on my way to pick up Sarah, you don't have to worry". They came home, we ate, we talked and I was so thankful. I got down on my knees and praised God for keeping my girls safe. I didn't even want to think about what could have been.

This morning I awoke with such a peace and a spirit of thankfulness. All that I can say is Thank you. Thank you Lord, every now and then I sing His praise for always being there, but today I want to shout it from the top of the mountains.

"O come, let us sing unto the Lord: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation."
Psalm 95:1

Blessings, Karen

The song for this post is dedicated to the Lord, and the spirt found the perfect words for me today, it's called Thank you Lord