A nice Anonymous left a comment to my Questions post below that made me think of something.
I will do as the Psalmist did, as I said, but I'll do it in posts. It will be a month of recalling the goodness, the might, the glory, the blessings of God. One each day (at least). I started in yesterday's post, so this is numero dos.
I remember a night, years ago, about a week before Christmas, when my husband was hospitalized and near death. He did not know it, but I did. My heart was full of fear, and I sat in bed all night reading Psalm 91 and praying portions of it for him, for me, and for my young children.
He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust.”
He shall cover you with His feathers,
And under His wings you shall take refuge;
His truth shall be your shield and buckler...
You shall not be afraid of the terror by night,
Nor of the arrow that flies by day...
For He shall give His angels charge over you,
To keep you in all your ways...
It was indeed "terror by night" and I hung on to God, as best I could, for hours. About 4 a.m. I grew calm and I fell asleep. My husband did not die. Were my prayers better than someone's who lost their spouse? Surely not. Those are questions best left with God--more questions!
:-) There were some lasting complications, but God has given him many more years of life and ministry.
Thank you God, for my husband.