Which Way Is Up

Ever hit those places in life where you question what's going on or what's gonna go on next. I always liked the phrase I don't know which way is up. At those times it just seems like confusion gathers and even the simplest things get filled with the same state of confusion. All the certainty that exists drifts away like the foam after the wave crashes. I've been thinking about last year. On January 29th, one year tomorrow, Marsha went to the hospital with what we thought was pneumonia and from the start one of the list of possibilities mentioned was cancer. Marsha and I heard it and we talked about it. That was a time of confusion like what I'm writing about today. For the next weeks and months I was carried along in this state of confusion where I didn't know which way was up. At the very same time that my mind was in this flood of confusion, my heart was never more certain of the graces of God. Funny isn't it? As I begin this journey again in my memory tomorrow I will cherish the unbelievable rock of faith that was Marsha. I will celebrate the great power of God in me through the Holy Spirit that carried me and strengthened me. During those days I was in one sense adrift in a current beyond my control that seemed to take away all balance, and yet peculiarly as the secular got swept along and swept away, the spiritual was anchored safely in the harbor, protected from the storm. God's peace was there even when I didn't know which way was up.