"3 a.m. is when the pain meds wear off. 3 a.m. is when sleep deserts you. 3 a.m. is when the silent movie of your life begins to roll in front of your staring eyes. 3 a.m. is when the deep, bone deep, gut deep, heart-wrenching grief of the things you haven't done explodes like a grenade . . . But I'll tell you a mystery. Right there. Right then. Right in the middle of 3 a.m. Beside all the pain, physical and emotional . . . in the midst of wrenching grief, God was with me. . . ."
by Sylvia Lefort Masi. Taken from Get Well Wishes -- prayers, poems and blessings author -June Cotner. HarperCollins.
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You are my hope, Lord; my trust. Psalm 71:5
Let us not grow tired of doing good, for in due time we shall reap our harvest, if we do not give up. GALATIONS 6:9
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