Eight years ago my husband deployed, just as the war in Iraq officially commenced. I remember being almost literally paralyzed with anxiety, fear of the unknown, and – even grief. It’s difficult to explain, unless you’ve been through it. But I guess that goes for most things personal and difficult. I was almost inconsolable, and the only small measure of comfort was from my mom, who reminded me that no amount of worry was going to change the outcome – the number of our days were already written. Over the years, that thought gave me comfort, although for the life of me I could never remember the exact verse.
Then I met Yvonne. I knew her story long before I ever got to meet her. And when she asked me to do a session with her boys I was more than excited. When I finally met these boys I had been hearing about all I could think was what precious baby miracles.But just as precious was Yvonne. All through our session I reflected on her calm. How she and her husband had weathered their own storm with strength and she continued to be the epitome of peace.
At some point I couldn’t help but tell her. How grateful I was to get to meet her and be witness to such incredible surrender. It was convicting.
We talked about customizing her order with favorite verses, and at some point she turned to Psalms. And there it was. The verse.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.