Now, here I am sitting in our car in the church parking lot before church listening to "The Prayer" by the Tabernacle Choir and reminiscing how sweet and holy those hospital days were. I was not only carried by the Lord, I was gently held in the palm of His Great Hand. I miss Him. I miss my Heavenly Home and I love to just sit and bask in the warmth of those memories.
I know I may have shared the words to "The Prayer" before, but I found it on utube. I hope it will fill your heart with the spirit as it does mine: