Psalm 127:2. I have to believe this verse---God gives blessings to His beloved even in his sleep.
It was one of the worst night terrors. Once again, I was trapped in a tunnel in another country with no escape. Bob & I prayed for 3 hours awake, unable to stop the tumbling thrashing thoughts. Psalm 129:3 The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows of suffering long. But the Lord is righteous. He has cut in two the thick cords of the wicked. Amen.
I walked the long lonely corridor of further testing today. So did Bob. Something was wrong. Helpless, I lay on the gurney. Arise, O God.
Three random texts came in---- 1 - God is holding you. No coincidence as I sat alone in a hospital of thousands. Held. 2 - Make room in your thoughts for God - Wonder when there is no room for God. 3 - A prayer for God Himself to appear. To manifest His Presence and Providence in the affairs of my little lower world.
Arise, O God, on the helpless, Sleeping and Sick. God, lift up Your Hand.
Paul left Athens and went to Corinth. You would think that one of the greatest philosophers, one of the greatest preachers, would be welcomed with wide open arms. There was little fruit in Athens. And even here, Paul's listeners grew cold. So he went to those Gentiles who were wide open. And he kept on working, making tents---even when he could have had the maintenance of the church, the gifts from those he ministered to. He didn't stop. I know of a man just like him. I'm married to him. When churches grew cold; when givers stopped giving; when things fell apart. He moved on. With head held high. Psalm 3:3
PHOTO: Picture out my car window. The sun sets tonight and I'm pensive in closing the weekend spent with family. Did it count? Did they like me? Did I do well? May I be more concerned about the measures of my heart than the measures of success.





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