Context: This poem arrived a few days ago, just as I was settling down to sleep. The next morning I had to get up early for yet more hospital tests, then crept home to rest afterwards, feeling very much as if I’d been to the vet. During the quiet afternoon that followed, there was plenty of time to alternate between sleeping and getting this blog ready.
You’re my mother now.
May I say, “Yes” to God,
And thank the Lord
For all He sends:
Each pain, joy, fear,
And sorrow, too.
Yea, a sword shall pierce through thy own soul also (Luke 2:35; KJV).
And Mary said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word (Luke 1:38; KJV).
Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus (1 Thessalonians 5:18; NIV).
The LORD gives, and the LORD takes away. Blessed be the name of the LORD (Job 1:21; CSB).
How my spirit rejoices in God my Savior! (Luke 1:47; NLT).