I spent some time this morning at one of our local hospitals. You can see it pictured. After some recent developments it now has an incredibly long name: Baylor Scott & White Hillcrest Medical Center. Yet, that is not the point of this post.
I find it a great privilege to walk into hospital rooms in the name of Jesus Christ. Today I entered the room of my neighbor. She is a tiny little lady. She is in her 90’s. Yet, she is full of spunk. A few days in the hospital has diminished her spunk … a little.
After a few moments of chit chat and talking about her health, I asked if it would be OK to read Scripture and pray. I’ve never had anyone tell me, “No.”
I began, “I read Psalm 100 every morning. I find it comforting and it provides me with purpose. I’ll read it and then pray.” She interrupted, “I read Psalm 103 each morning.” Already prepared to read Scripture and with my head down, I was talking off guard, “Excuse me.” She repeated, “I read Psalm 103 each morning.”
It took me a single page flip to move from Psalm 100 to Psalm 103. I read it and I prayed.
“Praise the LORD, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name.” – Psalm 103:1
Thank God for the comfort of Scripture.