Heal me, YAHWEH, and I
shall be healed, save me and I shall be saved, for You are my praise. Jeremiah 17:14
I will call upon God, and
the LORD will deliver me. In the evening, in the morning, and at the noonday, I
will complain and lament, and He will hear my voice. He will bring me safely
back . . . God, who is enthroned of old, will hear me. Psalm 55
Out of the depths I called
to you, O LORD; LORD, hear my voice; let Your ears consider well the voice of
my supplication. Psalm 130:1
“Or do you despise the riches of His
goodness, forbearance, and long-suffering, not knowing that the goodness of God
leads you to repentance?”
Prayer: Father, thank you so much for your goodness. I pray that You would show
me Your goodness to a whole new level today and that it would cause me to be
transformed by the renewal of my mind.
So Jack
wrote me today, and asked, “How do you know this timing is the Hand of God?”
And I have
to say that the Mexicali word from God was the clearest indication: The pain
you are in, it is not your fault. I am at work, even as you are here in
Mexicali. Do not be afraid.
And the
gift of my trip through Istanbul, Italy, France, Spain, Italy, London was God
saying over and over and over: I am powerful throughout all generations, I love
people that one and that one and that one, I am trustworthy even though you
cannot see around the curve, I am The Healer, and Stand back and be amazed.
And even
now, step by step, He is there in conversations, in Scripture, in clarity, in chance
meetings that shout to His timing from the dawn of ages.
But no one except
Lucy knew that as it circled the mast it had whispered to her, “Courage, dear
heart,” and the voice, she felt sure, was Aslan's, and with the voice a delicious
smell breathed in her face.
Aslan is on
the move. He has heard my lament.
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