Comfort in Your Voice

Woman on the phone

This is my comfort in my affliction, for your word has given me life.—PSALM 119:50 (NKJV)

My cell phone dinged. It hadn’t stopped since the day our daughter, Katy, had gone into the hospital as a result of a slipped needle biopsy that caused a collapsed lung. Initially, she had thought to be discharged after an overnight stay. However, Katy had been diagnosed with metastatic melanoma with fluid building rapidly around her heart.

In desperation, I had turned to my phone and entreated everyone on my social media friend list to pray for our daughter. The many responses had heartened me, but in reality, I was in a state of mourning. My husband, Joe, had grown stoic and silent. Katy herself still had a smile on her face as she received visitors, but the fear in her eyes was apparent.

There was a shadow deepening in Katy’s room. The shadow of not knowing. My phone dinged again. I saw that it was my friend Camilla, with whom I’d performed in community theater productions years ago. Blessed with a glorious soprano, she had sung at Katy’s wedding eight years earlier.

I stepped out of Katy’s room and asked Camilla to sing for me.

“Over the phone?” she asked.

“Yes. Sing ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone.’”

When she finished and I was done crying, I went back to Katy’s room. Not all of the shadows had vanished, but many of them had been chased away by my friend and the words of an old song.

Today's Prayer:

Dear Father, thank you for bringing the glorious voice of comfort to our grief.

Adapted from Strength & Grace: Daily Devotions for Caregivers, a new publication from Guideposts