Last night Grace was telling me about a Tony Evans sermon she heard recently on Psalm 23. Evans talked about how we have to "lie down" to get to the "he restores my soul" part. If we're unwilling, God is going to make us lie down one way or the other. While Grace was talking about what she was learning from the sermon, it turned out to be immediately prophetic for me.
I returned home from her house, and walking through the door, had a back spasm. Ouch. I've rarely slept so fitfully. There really was no position that felt even mildly comfortable. Today I can barely walk and am stuck in the bed. Sweet Tim is getting me medicine and cooking lunch.
This unprovoked back spasm is another in a growing list of physical manifestations to the stress I've been dealing with over the past month in particular. While my spirit is somewhat peaceful, my body isn't fooled.
Please keep us in your prayers during this season of transition and high anxiety!
