“For his anger is but for a moment; his favor is for a lifetime.
Weeping may linger for the night, but joy comes with the morning.” – Psalm 30:5
One of my worst nights was when I was 4 years old. I was in the hospital with 105 degree fever that would not come down. I remember being packed in ice (that's what they did in 1953) feeling miserably hot & cold at the same time. The room was dark and always being afraid of the dark, I would ask my mother to turn on the light. After a few minutes the bright light bothered me and I would ask my mother to turn it off. Of course, a few minutes later it was too dark again. All night, at my request, my mother would turn the light on and off. She never once acted bothered or irritated that I was asking the same thing over and over again.
I also remember that every time the door opened I could see my father sitting in a straight back chair right outside, usually with his head in his hands. Now that I'm a parent myself, I know they were both praying all night that I would make it to the next day.
Morning came, and so far 60 more years’ worth of mornings have come, but I will never forget the love of my parents as they stood watch over me that night. I have had other sleepless nights over the years, but I learned at a young age not to give up hope. God is there & he (she) really does answer prayers.
Kathy Cenatiempo has been a member of St Stephen's since 1971. She has served as a member of the Vestry, as Senior Warden, and on the Calling Committee. She is also a member of the St. Stephen's School Board and also currently serving as a Chalice Bearer.