Breath of Grace

Breath of Grace

by Susan Kelly Skitt

Every breath I take is from the Lord above,

Every step I take, guided by His love.

From the breaking of the dawn, ‘Till the setting of the sun

Jesus guides me, leads me, feeds me,

The ever faithful One.

In the sunshine, in the rain,

Through the valley filled with pain,

On the mountain, His glory shines,

I am so glad God’s grace is mine.

Purdy at the Park

Purdy, purdy, purdy...

A few days ago I sat on a park bench listening to the symphony of sounds surrounding me. A cool Spring breeze rustled the leaves on the trees. The lake glistened in the early morning sun.

I heard one particular bird's voice above the myriad of chirping sounds. Purdy, purdy, purdy... It sounded almost like the word "pretty". Indeed, the scene that danced before my eyes and the sound that echoed in my ears was "pretty."

A few short weeks ago, my eyes and ears thirsted for this harvest of bounty. For twelve days I heard the beep, beep, beep of hospital machines and saw the blue of a drawn curtain as I lay in a hospital bed.

Connected to tubes and a heart monitor, I found solace in the presence of Jesus, my Savior. "Lo, I am with you always," He promises, "even to the end of the world." (Matthew 28:20b)

Whether in a stark hospital room or in a park by the lake, God is with those who are His child. Of that I am sure. In that I am secure.

Live the adventure,
Susan