Told a friend tonight that part of me wanted to crawl in a hole and the other part of me really needed a hug. Then this psalm popped up on my radar. It's like God can read my thoughts or something. (duh!)
Psalm 142
A maskil of David. When he was in the cave. A prayer. [a]
1 I cry aloud to the LORD;I lift up my voice to the LORD for mercy. 2 I pour out my complaint before him;
before him I tell my trouble.
3 When my spirit grows faint within me,
it is you who know my way.
In the path where I walk
men have hidden a snare for me.
4 Look to my right and see;
no one is concerned for me.
I have no refuge;
no one cares for my life.
5 I cry to you, O LORD;
I say, "You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living."
6 Listen to my cry,
for I am in desperate need;
rescue me from those who pursue me,
for they are too strong for me.
7 Set me free from my prison,
that I may praise your name.
Then the righteous will gather about me
because of your goodness to me.
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thank you Krista, for the reminder.
Set me free from my prison,
that I may praise your name.
Then the righteous will gather about me
because of your goodness to me.
(i'm not sure i needed to hear this now, but tomorrow. i'm storing up praise for Him, for the hard times. thank you for reminding me that i'm not alone in struggles.)
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