Under his wings

It would seem the world and the United States in particular is going to hell if you read the top story lines in the news. Hamas wins an election in Palestine. Iran is activating a nuclear program. Troops are stretched to the breaking point in Iraq. The Whitehouse is preparing for impeachment hearings for wiretapping ordinary citizens. All these stories are in fact true, but equally true the sun will rise tomorrow, the sky was blue today and if you don’t listen to the news and sit quietly in your own room you can feel the peace that exists in the midst of all this strife.

In September of this year I had a frightening experience. I was diagnosed with a pulmonary embolus. Actually I had emboli. I have no idea how many of those little clots were in my lungs, but the associated pain made it painful to take a deep breath. Today thanks to the miracle of modern medicine I’m alive. In fact everyday I take a small dose of warfarin. Warfarin is poison, it’s routinely used to kill rodents. Interesting that a poison in just the right quantity can actually save and improve my life.

My first night in the hospital I had very little to read. For a guy who spends much time reading each night I was limited to a small Gideon Bible. It was the New Testament and the Psalms. As providence would have it the first page I flipped to was Psalm 91. As I read those verses tears welled up in my eyes because I realized that I was protected by the most high. Many people don’t survive a pulmonary embolism. My own father had died as the result of pulmonary emboli over 30 years ago. On that night my life was spared. In the days and weeks that have followed I rise each morning with a new lease on life. In the first month or two immediately following the embolism I awoke each morning fully aware that I had survived another evening in the arms of my creator.

Now, four months hence, my life is approaching normal. I’m running a two to three times a week. Lately I’ve been logging distances of five miles. My doctors have encouraged me to continue running. I have a renewed sense of purpose and direction. I’m living my life more mindfully. Deo Gratias!

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”

Surely He will save you from the fowler’s snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with His feathers,
and under His wings you will find refuge;
His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.
You will only observe with your eyes
and see the punishment of the wicked.

If you make the Most High your dwelling —
even the LORD, who is my refuge —
then no harm will befall you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
For He will command His angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
You will tread upon the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.

“Because he loves me,” says the LORD, “I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
He will call upon me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.
With long life will I satisfy him
and show him my salvation.”

Tonight the world it would seem is falling apart , but I am resting quietly under his wings. Peace.

About Don Watkins

I'm a FOSS advocate, writer, educator, Python coder, Linux user, US Navy Veteran, Secular Franciscan, husband,father and grandfather. I blog about my life and experiences that give it meaning.
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