May 25th, (235 words)
Here are some frank words from my guts… sometimes I don’t feel like trying to relate to people. I have been pondering what to say – and not feeling like saying anything on this blog! I get tired of the work that is involved in relationships. But – and – also – so – God gave me a Psalm this morning!
Psalm 142 says: “I cry to you, O Lord; I say, ‘You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.’ Attend to my cry, for I am brought very low! Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me! Bring me out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name! The righteous will surround me, for you will deal bountifully with me.”
I think in my case my persecutors are the voices in my head of past people who persecuted me… bullies… situations that resulted in my feeling harshly treated.
Sometimes my prison becomes a place of solitude – wanting to hide from a hostile world. But God brings me out of a prison cave and into a crowd of righteous who surround me!
This evening our church is assembling together for an all-night prayer time – from 7pm-7am.
“God bless the community of saints – which is your church! God bless me as I move toward your healing touch in and with our spiritual family and away from independent solitude. Amen.”