Jesus, You Are Welcome
Fleta R. Robinson
A friend’s gift was a CD of beautiful music his
church had produced. It is 3:30 a.m. I awakened with a fragment of that music
singing in my mind.
+ Jesus, You are welcome here. +
Cough - cough - cough. In my cluttered bedroom trying to recover from several
weeks of bronchitis I continue the rough abrasive "barking." A glance
at the bedside wastebasket explains the nearly empty Kleenex box. Sometimes
raspy sounds accompany simple breathing.
Simply acknowledging His Presence brings comfort. A silent "Hallelujah!" goes from my heart to His.
Tonight, weather-wise, we’ve blizzard conditions. Howling wind sweeps the snow into drifts. The 911 crews are likely busy, as well as those in wrecker service, and, of course, hospital personnel.
Remembering other locations and past situations, I recognize anew there is no place Almighty God cannot be. Emmanuel – God with us!
Most restaurants, with good food and fine service, provide "music."
Evidently harmony and melody are out. The BEAT is in. Monotonous
LOUD thump-thump–thump goes on and on and on. But suddenly we observe a couple
with their heads bowed before the Lord thanking Him for their food.
He is with us "In This Very Room"* as we visit a hospital patient and have prayer together.
He is here in our quiet conversation with a couple regarding their problems
As I sense His amazing grace, strength for the day, His love, "His peace that passes all understanding," ** I recall Deuteronomy 31:6, "He will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged," and know it is TRUTH.
The furnace clicks on.
Thank you, Lord, the power is still on.
Thank you for the little wood-burning stove, if needed.
Thank you for pen, paper, and this little bedside lamp.
Thank you for visiting me with a song this uncomfortable night.
Thank you for reminding me of many to pray for.
Thank you for Your abiding Presence.
+Jesus, You are welcome here. +
One week later:
Last night a special "bath" led me into a good night’s sleep, uninterrupted by coughing. I "bathed" myself with Scripture, ending with Isaiah 26:3: "Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee." I silently "said" it over and over. Sleep came and stayed ‘til morning! No coughing. No Kleenex. Thank you, Heavenly Father!
* a beautiful song by Ron Harris ** Philippians 4: