Let my cry come before You, O
LORD; give me understanding, according to Your word. Let my supplication come
before You; deliver me, according to Your promise. Psalm 119:169–70
And in the same way that an angel appeared and
comforted Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, may You send me strengthening, the
renewed certainty–cold comfort this–that the thing must be endured and
therefore could be? Lewis, Letters to Malcolm
O God, come to my assistance! O
Lord, make haste to help me!
* * *
So yesterday started off rough. I
couldn’t even make it through swimming because I was weeping so much I couldn’t
breathe properly. Which made Jim the coach very uncomfortable.
But God is faithful.
Or is it And God is faithful.
Through it all. This is how it works,
the plan.
And lots of angel-comforters
stepped in yesterday and filled me with courage and understanding. And today as
well. Step by step. Not all slumber, weighted down with sleep, but many are
awake and watching in love.
He made haste. And His children
made haste. What grace and mercy.
Glory in His
holy Name; let the hearts of those who seek the LORD rejoice. Psalm
105:3
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