Psalm 77 "I found myself in trouble and went looking for my Lord; my life was an open wound that wouldn't heal.... I can't even say what's bothering me. I go over the days one by one, I ponder the years gone by...wondering how to get my life together... is His Love worn threadbare?" Way-too-often, we can't say what is really bothering us---we know we're irritable over small stuff; we know we are unwilling to live in unending nasty problems; we know we don't want to spend time with people we don't want to be with. We think our worst problems are the people giving us fits. But no, our worst problem we will always have with us----our flesh. We can't eradiacte it.
Psalm 77:13 -15 O God! Your way is holy! You're the God who makes things happen...You pulled your people out of the worst kind of trouble, rescued the children of Jacob and Joseph...Hidden in the hands of Moses and Aaron, You led your people.
And He's leading us on a narrow path this very day even though it may be hidden in the hands of good people. "The more clearly we see Him, the more gladly we sing a new song that can never be sung by those who live on the broad road of seeking Me for blessings." 66 LL
So what's in my hand that I am grasping?
The good life here?
Let it go.
What are you wresting out of my hands, dear LORD?
PHOTO: I can remember things I wrestled with standing on this very spot in Eatonville, Washington. Bob's parents home. Their driveway. Surreal. My worst problem is still with me to this very day. God, have mercy.
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