Oh, turn to me, and have mercy on me! Give your strength to your servant, ” Ps 86:16
… first day back after a weekend that by other measure would have been called disastrous. Loved ones in trouble.
But through it all, an experience emerged — and evidence of the Lords hand at work.
The trudge (not dreary foot-dragging, but a purposeful walk) is not yet be complete. Yes, something is different. Is is faith? Or a less doubtful countenance — the process by which my spirit is being healed?
Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favourable no more? Is his mercy clean gone for ever? doth his promise fail for evermore? Hath God forgotten to be gracious? hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah. Ps 103:7-9
Doubt is my infirmity!
And I said, This is my infirmity: but I will remember the years of the right hand of the most High. I will remember the works of the Lord: surely I will remember thy wonders of old. I will meditate also of all thy work, and talk of thy doings. Ps 103:10-12
When the tanks seem empty and hope diminished … power takes over. A new, even lower gear is to be found.
Best: There is joy. Doing the simplest thing. Simply breathing, brings joy owing that each breath refreshes with the name of the creator. Picking up sticks in the yard: worshipful simplicity and calm exercise of body.
Thank you Lord. You amaze.