His love did not let me go.

Psalm 138

Hours. Some of them are just plain tough. Your emotions are brittle. Your eyes, gushers. Your stability, crumbly. Your assurance, wasted. Your heart…well, let’s just not go there.

Hours. They become days. Weeks. At least. Then what?

Before then, this (from my reading this morning):

In the day when I cried thou answeredst me, and strengthenedst me with strength in my soul.

The Lord will perfect that which concerneth me: thy mercy, O Lord, endureth for ever: forsake not the works of thine own hands.

Psalm 138:3,8

Then I thought of these:

From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Psalm 61:2

Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
Psalm 16:11

As I compose this, I’m thinking of two of you in particular. Three, actually. And remembering myself as well. Continue reading

What should that do for my feelings?

Psalm 55

Sometimes I feel abandoned. Or at least neglected. (Feelings are that way, you know, too loose with the facts.)

Whether others abandon or embrace me, God hears me. Whether I moan or praise, God hears me. Whether others chuck or cherish my friendship, God hears me. What should that do for my feelings?

“Give ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not thyself from my supplication” (Psalm 55:1).

“For it was not an enemy that reproached me; then I could have borne it…” (Psalm 55:12).

“As for me, I will call upon God; and the LORD shall save me. Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice.” (Psalm 55:16,17).

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