I have been gone from home and routine for several weeks, sitting at the hospital bedside of my critically ill mother. She was on life support, unaware of my presence and that of my siblings. We prayed and prayed, saying rosaries, saying the Chaplet of Divine Mercy. And God heard our petitions: 12 days ago mom awoke, at first a bit at a time, then longer and longer . . . last week the ventilator was removed and she breathes now on her own. Yesterday the feeding tube was removed–and minced turkey and mashed potatoes were her first meal since early January. She loved it!
I finally returned home last night, and in reading the Evening Prayer for January 26 that night, I found this psalm. It fit our family situation so well. I want to share it with all of you:
I love the LORD, for he has heard
my voice, my appeal;
for he has turned his ear to me
whenever I call.
They surrounded me, the snares of death;
the anguish of the grave has found me;
anguish and sorrow I found.
I called on the name of the LORD:
“Deliver my soul, O LORD!”
How gracious is the LORD, and just;
our God has compassion.
The LORD protects the simple;
I was brought low, and he saved me.
Turn back, my soul, to your rest,
for the LORD has been good to you;
he has kept my soul from death,
my eyes from tears, and my feet from stumbling.
I will walk in the presence of the LORD
in the land of the living.
Psalm 116: 1-9