Anchors for the soul and strength for the Godward

Terminal bone cancer. A few days left of life on earth. One of my peers in my home congregation.

“Oh, good God, not again!” I exclaimed within myself at the stunning news Wednesday afternoon.

“How does God figure these things out?” I asked a friend rhetorically Wednesday night in the church parking lot. A friend whose brother had just been operated on for three brain tumors.

This morning I arose earlier after going to bed later last night. Headache. Stress.

Heartache. For friends. For us.

Weights on my mind and heart. Relationships. Finances. Health. Family. Church. Mission.

After eating some protein (brown beans on a slice of cheese, followed by homemade yogurt), I cooked some water and assembled a mug’s-worth of coffee. Sipping and slurping, I read my way through today’s Scripture portion, the second half of Psalm 31:

But I trusted in thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my God.

Oh how great is thy goodness, which thou hast laid up for them that fear thee; which thou hast wrought for them that trust in thee before the sons of men!

Blessed be the LORD: for he hath shewed me his marvellous kindness in a strong city.

Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the LORD.

(Psalm 31:14,19,21,24)

My mental and digital cross referencing took me to other verses: Continue reading

His love did not let me go.
Reading:

Psalm 138

Hours. Some of them are just plain tough. Your emotions are brittle. Your eyes, gushers. Your stability, crumbly. Your assurance, wasted. Your heart…well, let’s just not go there.

Hours. They become days. Weeks. At least. Then what?

Before then, this (from my reading this morning):

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

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

Psalm 138:3,8

Then I thought of these:

From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Psalm 61:2

Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
Psalm 16:11

As I compose this, I’m thinking of two of you in particular. Three, actually. And remembering myself as well. Continue reading

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