when the wind steals your breath and your fingers feel numb. . . at the end of March.
sun doesn’t shine and the icy gusts chill to the bone?
headed to a tropical paradise.
And the door to discouragement, for me, is ajar.
I fight with all I have.
I cling to what I know.
Psalm 62: 5-6
Yes, my soul, find rest in God;
my hope comes from him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress where I will not be shaken
It is in finding the quiet.
Rest in the Lord.
The Lessons in Lent I seek.
If I choose to wallow and name all that is wrong, I descend into the pit.
But when I count a Thousand Gifts; I name that for which I am thankful.
God meets me there; in my brokenness and pain.
He goes before me, I am not alone. (Building 429)
He lifts me out of the pit and sets my feet on firm ground.
He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out of the mud and the mire.
He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along.
We won’t be shaken!