This day was full. It was one of those days I'd rather not walk through again. But now that it's over and there are heavy raindrops coating my window and a good dose of perspective in my veins, I can see the prompts.
When I walked down my hall at work in the early hours of this morning and found that she was no longer with us: a prompt.
When, for the rest of the day, I wrestled with the nearness of death, the brevity of life, and my incompetence at saving a single soul: a prompt.
When I had almost all sixteen of my residents needing my help at the same moment: a prompt.
When I was confronted with my own pride and idolatry for the millionth time: a prompt.
When I was speechless: a prompt.
In each moment, I was tempted to say, "I can't," and crawl back under my covers. But in spite of my cowardly emotions, I was graciously given these prompts that could turn me back. Back into the safety of my Savior, His gospel, and His sufficiency for every need.
2 Corinthians 12:9
But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."
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