One Wondrous Comfort

I woke in the middle of the night and had trouble returning to sleep.

When that happens, I've learned to take my cue. 

I open my Bible.

This time the pages randomly opened to Psalm 121. As I read the opening lines, I was surprised. They were the same ones I'd embroidered on a pillow years ago. Hours earlier while straightening that very pillow, I'd taken time to read the words. I noticed how years of use had worn away the purple floss so that some words were missing letters and how the ada cloth was no longer white.

Still, I couldn't bring myself to throw the pillow away, even though I knew these two verses by heart.

As I lay in bed with my finger on the Bible page, I read the entire psalm. Its words comforted me.

I placed the open book over my heart and slept.

This morning as I walked, I lifted my eyes to the hills. Shortly after, I lifted my camera.

This evening, I lifted the image onto my laptop.

It's amazing how God works.

Three different moments.

Same psalmic thought.

One wondrous comfort.