bedrock faith

On Monday morning, wee Oliver Lloyd went to the doctor, where he was diagnosed with a cold. On Tuesday evening, he went to the Emergency Room, where he was diagnosed with RSV. And on Wednesday morning, he was admitted to the hospital, isolated, hooked up to an IV and placed on oxygen. By then, he was a very sick little boy, barely three months old. It was a long and scary week.

What do you do when you are afraid? I mean, really afraid? I will tell you what I do: I pray. And I ask others to, pray too.

God has answered many prayers over the years; though not always in the fashion or time frame I’d hoped. I know he hears me, even if my prayers are sometimes ill founded, perhaps little more than wishful thinking or selfish sentiments. Sometimes it takes me a long time to sort that out, to see the bigger picture. I may become angry or disappointed in the interim. Yet in the balance, I have become convinced that he is who he says he is. He will do what he has said he will do. He has proven faithful.

I believe God when he says he will send angels to protect us; we need not be afraid, he will shelter us under his wings. I believe that he has wide wings! I believe that he has good plans for us, to give us hope and a future. I believe that he keeps his promises. I believe that he works for the good in all things for those who love him. I believe that keeping faith is so worth it.

When I am afraid, I often pray the Psalms. I love Psalm 91. When my chids were little, I developed a song from Psalm 91:11. It was simple but effective in reminding us that God orders his angels to protect us wherever we go. When my dad was hospitalized for the first time with lung cancer, I shared this psalm by way of encouragement. It is my go-to psalm in times of trouble.

As I read and prayed Psalm 91 throughout the week, I was once again impressed by our heavenly Father’s loving care. Even the angels who adore God and exist to serve him are dispatched to minister to his people. I do not hesitate to call on these heavenly reinforcements! This week, I wrote a lullaby for wee Oliver Lloyd. It emerged as I sang over him, a reflection of my prayer-thoughts for him.

Ollie’s Lullaby (Psalm 91)*

Angels above you
Angels beneath you
Angels to guard you
To guide and to keep you

God sends his angels to watch over you
They watch over you
Because he orders them to

Angels around you
Angels surround you
He orders them watch over you

As he shelters you under his wings
Yes, he covers you there
Where you have no cares
You are safe in his arms
Protected from harm
As he shelters you under his wings

Angels before you
Angels are near you
Angels to hold you
To carry and heal you

God sends his angels to watch over you
They watch over you
Because he orders them to

Angels around you
Angels surround you
He orders them watch over you

Singing over this sweet boy is this GiGi’s greatest pleasure. We have enjoyed lullaby time together since the day he was born. When I visited him on Thursday afternoon in the hospital, my heart was in my throat. The tubes, wires, and monitors were all so disturbing. It tore my heart to see him so uncomfortable. There was nothing I could do for him, except to sing and pray.

And so I did, for a few hours that afternoon. Imagine my delight when his respiratory rate settled into normal range for the first time in days! Three times that afternoon a smile flickered across his sleeping face as I sang. He’ll never know how much he blessed me in the midst of his own pain and discomfort. Watching him struggle so to breathe, his response was like salve on the open wound in my heart. And it was an answer to many prayers.

The healing process was underway. Dozens of people in the community and across country were praying for Ollie. On Friday afternoon, I feel certain, he turned the corner. He began to eat. He remained alert for awhile. He smiled, big and real, for his mommy and daddy! By Saturday afternoon he was off oxygen and alert for several hours. We hope he will be released on Sunday. I can’t imagine a sweeter Mother’s Day for his mommy or her mommy, his GiGi or great-grandma!

I hope that his mommy and daddy, his grandparents, aunts and uncles, his extended family, friends, neighbors and others afar each experienced this week as a faith-builder. I know that another layer of faith-sediment has been added to my foundation. When stormy times come, as they will to each and every one, we need bedrock faith.

Anyone who listens to my teaching and follows it is wise, like a person who builds a house on solid rock. Though the rain comes in torrents and the floodwaters rise and the winds beat against that house, it won’t collapse because it is built on bedrock. But anyone who hears my teaching and doesn’t obey it is foolish, like a person who builds a house on sand. When the rains and floods come and the winds beat against that house, it will collapse with a mighty crash. (Matthew 7:24-27)

~ René Morley

*Email me for the melody.

4 thoughts on “bedrock faith”

  1. Your message about Ollie, as you stayed by his side, was incredibly moving. So grateful he is on the mend. Nona

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