Worship with Hope and Trust

I inhaled slowly, worrying about the cost of having an ambulance rush me to the emergency room. We can’t afford this right now, Lord. I exhaled with a groan, as the paramedics transferred me to a hospital bed and rattled off details about my condition. The sharp pain in my lower back hit double digits on the pain scale again. I inhaled deeply then exhaled with a whimper.

I am writing this article on contentment during a very difficult season in my life. I look out at the pristine lawns, sunny sky, and encroaching spring coaxing robins to take flight—three days before we bury my aunt, who died two months after we buried my grandmother, her mother, who died two months after we buried my uncle, her brother.