12:24 pm I would like to say that I opened my eyes this morning and said, "Joy cometh in the morning!"
But that would be dishonest. I opened my eyes and said, "Another day." I swallowed the lump in my throat and said, "Thank you, Lord, for another day."
I am fighting this the only way I know how: reaching for my Bible, grasping, panting for His Word to lift my spirit. And I find these words, "He shall cover thee with His feathers, and under His wings shalt thou trust." Ps. 91:4
Those words were part of today's reading in my NLT Bible. June 18. Psalm 91. He meets me right here, right now. He is real.
I looked it up in my KJV and wrote the words down. Sometimes only the KJV will do. I put the words in my pocket. He shall cover thee. He shall cover thee.
I sang these words to the babies while I changed them. I repeated them as I washed the breakfast dishes. I will say these words all day until my mind ceases it's doubting. I will not sink down, I will not be swallowed by sadness. I will pray these words, breathe these words, sing these words until I am walking again, dancing again, laughing again.
Perhaps soon I can tell you why this is happening. But for now, my lips can only speak this: He shall cover thee.
He shall cover me.