During the worst days of Ron's illness, I often prayed the simplest of prayers: "Please, Lord, give me grace for the day."
Those were days that I could not look too far ahead. The path was uncertain. So I simply prayed for grace for the day.
Thoughts of how we would meet Ron's needs when he was able to come home were overwhelming. I didn't even know what the needs would be. So I only prayed for grace for the day.
I certainly could not allow myself to think about the holidays...shopping, hosting, celebrating. Too much. I only needed grace for the day.
Each morning as I woke, that was my prayer.
As I drove to the hospital, those words were on my lips.
As I rode the elevator and then walked down the hallway to his room, not knowing what we'd be facing that day, those words were in my heart.
Grace for the day.
And each day, He provided the grace that I needed.
These days, the path is brighter. Our thoughts are clearer. We can think ahead a bit. We are making plans.
But I am still depending on His grace for the day.
It is a good way to live.
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