Flat on my back, I was recovering from left hip replacement surgery.
I felt lonely in the darkness in the middle of the night. Suddenly, I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling. My breath was taken away a bit when I realized what stood out in the gloom: a bright cross above my chest on the ceiling. At first, I blinked my eyes to make sure it was there. Opening my eyes again, it still was.
I looked around to see where it was coming from. Perhaps some hall lights are reflecting it, I thought. I had no one else in the room, so it wasn’t coming from people. A bit frustrated, I couldn’t find any explanation for the cross on my ceiling.
My heart filled with warmth as I yielded to God’s Spirit and talked to my Lord. He had died on the cross and was telling me He was with me in my pain. I lay there in the darkness with my warm heart until I fell asleep. I never saw the cross on the ceiling in my subsequent nights in the hospital, but I was comforted each time I remembered its visit.
When overwhelming pain is your companion, remember your blessed Lord promises never to leave or forsake you. Keep looking up and pressing on in trustful patience.
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