Monday, November 6, 2017

Dearest God,

Your ear hears the tiniest cry.  Whatever our affliction, you know our difficulty.  Your eyes see our every hurt.

These days are filled with sorrow and pain.  Broken hearts, anguished minds, and torn spirits weep as we mourn the loss of our loved one.  There is no sense to be made of this tragedy.  It is hard to sift through the shredded thoughts and feelings to find a single piece of hope.  Yet, it is to be found.

Holy God,
you are
our refuge,
a very
present help
in time
of trouble.
The psalmist
felt this
same pain.
At the
same time
he could write,
"The Lord is my shepherd..."

Love, Andrea