Kate said lift.
Readers of my words know it’s been a rough few weeks here in Upstate SC. When one is accustomed to good health and it is taken away there is great angst and suffering. There are lots of “come to Jesus” meetings and much crying out.
So, when I saw Kate chose lift as her word prompt, only one scripture came to mind…
But you, O LORD, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head. Psalm 3.3
The picture those words paint is more precious to me than gold.
We’ve all been there once or twice – so weak in illness that we express, “We can’t lift our head from the pillow.” But Jesus.
This morning I feel stronger than I have in a while – perhaps the affects have lifted and prayers are being answered. I pray so.
I don’t plan on running a marathon but I will react to each lifting with grace and gratitude. I will hold Dr. Jesus close and I will continually praise Him with my lips. I sense there is more to do here for me and He will continue to lift and sift as needed!
He is my Shield and my Glory and the Lifter of my head.