O God, you are my God. Earnestly I seek you. My soul thirsts for you. My body longs for you in a dry and weary land where there is no water. (Psalm 63:1)
Weariness crept into my soul after a week of bad news. God had walked me through it, but today, visiting at the nursing home it crept back. Tired, I had just one more visit to make. She was new here, an avid talker, nearly deaf and she excitedly waved to me to come near.
“Thank you! Thank you!” she said. “You are all so kind.” “You’re welcome,” I said as I knelt by her wheelchair. Then, suddenly I was drawn close as she raised her hand to my cheek and gently caressed it. “You are so beautiful. I really do love you,” she said, staring straight into my eyes.
It was God caressing my cheek, bringing water to this dry, thirsty land, knowing that I needed this embodiment. God had sent me to her and used her hands to touch me. Her name was Grace.
Prayer: “But the Lord stood at my side and gave me strength.” (2 Timothy 4:17a) May God touch you with grace when you are weary. Amen.
Deaconess Chris Stephenson