Susan LaffertyTwo years ago on this day, I sit beside my husband’s bed in the ICU. Two stents newly inserted into one of his arteries. Blood now flowing freely through his heart. In a place formerly 100-percent blocked.
Only hours before, we walk. Drive. Talk. Laugh. Following everyday routines. Ordinary schedules.
Not knowing danger lurks.
Oblivious to unseen, unnoticed blockage wreaking havoc. Beneath the surface. Under skin and flesh and vessel.
Pray in the moment.
Thoughts. Whispers. Walking conversations with the Father.
During ordinary, daily tasks.
At home or on the road. In school or at the office.
Wherever we go.
Anxious thoughts. Skirting the edges. Almost incognito.
Fears. Simmering just below the surface.
Concerns for loved ones and various situations. Rippling through as world crises ramp up.
Then, His Word. Memorized long ago. Invades with precision. Cutting through the muddle.
“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God” (Philippians 4:6 NASB).
