We took a deep breath in January, sighing with relief that my husband’s cancer was gone and that his treatment was completed. February bought a new crises of a different nature. Once again I was fighting for air. My gasping, running conversation with God mostly sounded like this: “I can’t take much more, Lord. I’m about ready to come unglued….Help….Help……Help.”
During the early morning quiet on February 14th, I suddenly heard the music and words to an old hymn being played in my mind. God was delivering a Valentine to me in the form of the old song, I am His and He is Mine.* I jumped out of bed and found the old hymnal. God’s love washed over me as I read all the stanzas.
“Loved by an everlasting love, Led by grace that love to know; …
Things that once were wild alarms Cannot now disturb my rest;
Closed in everlasting arms, Pillowed on the loving breast.
Oh to lie forever here, Doubt, and care, and self resign,
While He whispers in my ear, I am His, and He is mine.”
Nothing changed that morning, but I was changed, reassured once agin. The strength, peace, and courage I had been screaming for were imparted in the embrace of my Savior.
Oh, Lord, keep me coming back for your morning hugs that give me strength, that give me life. Keep whispering, “I am yours, and You are mine.”
*George W. Robinson and James Mountain from The New Church Hymnal