If the LORD
had not been my help,
my soul would soon have
lived in the land of silence.
When I thought,
"My foot slips,"
Your steadfast love,
O LORD,
held me up.
When the cares of my heart
are many,
Your consolations
cheer my soul.
Psalm 94. 17-19
(May we not even think about
doing this on our own.
And certainly not leave home
without Him.
Different journey.
Different outcome.
Every time.
"Hold My hand in this,"
God whispers.
"You are not alone.
I am walking with you.
I will bring help
from unexpected sources."
What threatens to bring us down,
strengthens us instead.)
O LORD,
You do not just show up.
You are already here,
waiting for us.
May this situation
form a deeper trust in You.
Help us to hold tight,
listen and respond,
not just to see another path
through this miry bog,
but see You.
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