struck hard at 3:35 this morning. What do you do when that hard thing hurts so deeply that your breath is barely felt? I lay there and pray in a language only known by Holy Spirit – the groans that come up from, as our brother king David calls, our bowels.
Sleep is stolen.
Rest is robbed.
Darkness is deep.
Peace is pierced.
I open the Word. And, this is why I know that I know God is real and true and concerned and loving and good and wise and sweet and and trustworthy:
You will keep him/her in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he/she trusts in You. Isaiah 26.3
He/she will not be afraid of evil tidings; his/her heart is steadfast, trusting in the Lord. His/her heart is established; he/she will not be afraid…Psalm 112.7-8
Whenever I am afraid, I will trust in You. Psalm 56.3
O God, my heart is steadfast. Psalm 108.1
Help me Lord to trust you more.