Late Night Phone Call

I just hate it when the phone rings late at night or too early in the morning. It happened to me at 5:00 a.m. on Monday morning. I knew it was either a wrong number or bad news. I hoped for the first option, but it was the latter—bad news.

My son’s throat had swollen shut and my daughter-in-law was taking him to the doctor.

Yesterday, four days later, my son was released from the hospital. It was a long and exhausting four days. But thankfully, he is on the road to recovery.

Life is topsy-turvy. One moment you are sleeping sweetly and soundly and then suddenly you are turned upside down on the hardwood floor of life’s difficult circumstances.

Thankfully, Jesus is there to wrap us His healing arms of comfort. What would we do without His peace that surpasses understanding?