Day before yesterday, I got to Psalm 138 in my reading. But I couldn’t post because of blog issues.

Anyway, I latched on to parts of it for myself.

Then thought they might be good for a certain struggling friend as well. So I emailed it to her since I couldn’t post it here.

Well, now I can post it here as well….

In the day when I cried
thou answeredst me,
and strengthenedst me with strength in my soul.

Though the LORD be high,
yet hath he respect unto the lowly:
but the proud he knoweth afar off.

Though I walk in the midst of trouble,
thou wilt revive me…
and thy right hand shall save me.

The LORD will perfect
that which concerneth me:
thy mercy, O LORD, endureth for ever:
forsake not the works of thine own hands.

Psalm 138

May we all know His nearness and strength today.

By the rivers of Babylon,
there we sat down,
yea, we wept,
when we remembered Zion.

How shall we sing
the Lord’s song
in a strange land?

Psalm 137

I think I have a good notion of that kind of struggle.

Last evening I came home from church, having seen a certain non-church event announced on the bulletin board, feeling rather…ah…dismal.

I should have remembered a passage twice-read in the day’s services.

I didn’t.

Until this morning. While reading Psalm 137.

In the morning message yesterday, our pastor included part of Isaiah 55 in his reading.

In the evening devotional, the visiting speaker included all of Isaiah 55 in his reading!

For ye shall go out with joy,
and be led forth with peace….

Instead of the thorn
shall come up the fir tree….

Isaiah 55