{"id":2092,"date":"2015-11-15T06:47:06","date_gmt":"2015-11-15T14:47:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.eaf.net\/pantinghart\/?p=2092"},"modified":"2015-11-15T06:47:06","modified_gmt":"2015-11-15T14:47:06","slug":"in-the-day-when-i-cried","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.eaf.net\/pantinghart\/2015\/in-the-day-when-i-cried\/","title":{"rendered":"In the Day When I Cried"},"content":{"rendered":"
Reading:<\/p>\n

Psalm 138<\/h3>\n<\/div>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hours. They become days. Weeks. At least. Then what?<\/p>\n

Before then, this (from my reading this morning):<\/p>\n

In the day when I cried thou answeredst me, and strengthenedst me with strength in my soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Lord will perfect that which concerneth me: thy mercy, O Lord, endureth for ever: forsake not the works of thine own hands.<\/span><\/p>\n

Psalm 138:3,8<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Then I thought of these:<\/p>\n

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.<\/span>
\nPsalm 61:2<\/p>\n

Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.<\/span>
\nPsalm 16:11<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

As I compose this, I’m thinking of two of you in particular. Three, actually. And remembering myself as well. <\/p>\n

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\nWhere was God?!<\/em><\/a><\/div>\n

Where is God in the midst of all the woe?<\/p>\n

“Right here!” Wherever I am, that’s His answer.<\/p>\n

And His love will hold me and not let me go.<\/p>\n

Will I let go of Him? Have I?<\/p>\n

About love that will not let me go… Even before I read Psalm 138, I remembered a blog post by our daughter Michayla Baer. Here are two paragraphs from it:<\/p>\n

We sang this song in church last night, and I\u2019ve been thinking about it ever since. . . the pursuit of the Father, the restoration found in Him, the promise of life, and not life only, but life everlasting.<\/p>\n

A love that will not let me go. . . though I run from it, though I turn away from it, though I cower beneath my own undoneness and protest that it cannot claim me, wasted and ruined as I am. Perhaps that is why the soul that at last rests in this love is a weary one. Weary of fighting that which would heal it.<\/p>\n

Read the rest: O Love That Will Not Let Me Go<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

If you need further comfort and assurance, perhaps these two posts of mine from 2006 will help a little more:<\/p>\n