Today my sweet baby boy turns three. The day he was born was an absolute whirlwind– I gave birth before my scheduled delivery date in a country where I was still new and barely spoke the language. And my husband wasn’t allowed in the O.R. for my C-section. I felt utterly overwhelmed and completely abandoned.
As I lay on the operating table, the only coherent thought I could conjure up was a Bible verse, Psalm 73:28
But as for me, the nearness of God is my good;
I have made the Lord God my refuge,
That I may tell of all Your works.
As that verse ran over and over through my mind, I felt His presence around me, sustaining me. Upholding me. I felt His peace wash over me. His nearness was my good that day.
I don’t only need this verse when I’m laying in an operating room in a foreign country feeling alone. I need the nearness of God in my kitchen when I cooking supper for my family. I need His nearness when I’m home from church with a sick child. I need His nearness when I’m teaching Ladybug to read and when I’m disciplining Doodlebug and when I’m asking Stinkbug about his day at school.
God’s nearness is my good. All day, every day.