Peaceful Rest

The first night, immediately following the accidents, I slept well. It was an absolutely horrendous day and 'normally' I would have tossed and turned the entire night. However, it was peaceful, I was peaceful. I know I called one or two people that night, once things 'settled' down. I wanted to get the word out and ask for prayer. I didn't have my cell phone, as it was left in my vehicle. Since a cell phone stores all your numbers for you, there are very few people whose numbers I know by heart. Plus, by the time I thought to call people, it was really late at night, which also narrowed my options. I called a good friend, who I knew would be up. She listened and she prayed. It was just what I needed. She, and countless others lifted me up in prayer as I slept, peacefully, on a small couchbed, in Michael's room, with Lucas next door, Luke at a separate hospital and Emily with my brother and sister-in-law. That peace could only come from God. Tonight, as a friend struggles through a really tough time, I pray that the Lord can comfort my friend, just as I was comforted on that terrible day. I pray they can feel the peaceful presence of God and can rest well.