I had to have something to cling to during those hard stretched-thin days. Felix Mendelssohn had written an oratorio, “Elijah”, back in 1846. That was 140 years before DH had walked out. I had learned “O Rest In the Lord” from my mother’s 52 Sacred Songs You Like to Sing when I was very young. Who knew then it would stand me in good stead when I needed it most? God knew and He had prepared me years before. I would sing it over and over and when I wasn’t singing it, the words were going through my mind.
I found a beautiful rendition on the WWW. It can be downloaded or listened to here. At one time, I found the music in a pdf format but I can’t find it now.
The words are based on Psalm 37. Not surprisingly, it’s my favorite of all the Psalms.
As I went down the mountain to the little rural hospital, many things were going through my head. Rest in the Lord. Wait patiently for Him to act. Commit my way to Him. He had never let me down before. He won’t let me down now. Is this what I’m supposed to be doing?
When I pulled into the parking lot, I remembered I’d turned around there only days before. Why hadn’t I gone in then? I couldn’t go back and do anything over so I put any thoughts of what if? out of my mind.
Walking into the lobby, I presented myself to the window where the person I took to be the receptionist was sitting. The window had a hole too high for me to talk through so I bent down to the larger one below and asked for an application. In seconds, I had the paper in my hand. I sat down in the lobby and used a volume of