July 18, 2019
My mom has been in and out of the hospital all week from surgical complications.
I was driving to the hospital this morning, talking to God. He was in the passenger seat. I could sense him just there, next to me.
He kept pushing peace into me. He had to push hard, because I am in serious manic turmoil.
I tried to rest my mind, rest my heart, just lean back into him. Trust him.
He put this verse in my head:
“My soul clings to You; Your right hand upholds me.”
Psalms 63:8
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