Ashamed to say I haven't been taking the time to be in God's word nearly as much as I should. No excuses... just a fact I'm trying to rectify!
But here is what I read this morning. Much needed and applicable!!
Psalm 30 (NIV)
I will exalt you, LORD,
for you lifted me out of the depths
and did not let my enemies gloat over me.
LORD my God, I called to you for help,
and you healed me.
You, LORD, brought me up from the realm of the dead;
you spared me from going down to the pit.
Sing the praises of the LORD, you his faithful people;
praise his holy name.
For his anger lasts only a moment,
but his favor lasts a lifetime;
weeping may stay for the night,
but rejoicing comes in the morning. (Krista: Morning is coming!!!!)
When I felt secure, I said,
“I will never be shaken.” (Krista: This is me pre-Annabelle. I determined to not let this destroy me!)
LORD, when you favored me,
you made my royal mountain[c] stand firm;
but when you hid your face,
I was dismayed. (Krista: There are many times throughout this where I knew God was there, but he was out of plain sight, and it felt SO very lonely and dismay is such an accurate word for it)
To you, LORD, I called;
to the Lord I cried for mercy:
“What is gained if I am silenced,
if I go down to the pit?
Will the dust praise you?
Will it proclaim your faithfulness?
Hear, LORD, and be merciful to me;
LORD, be my help.” (Krista: I just love this. How HONEST he is being and saying, Dude, God, if I'm in hell, I can't praise you, so be merciful and help and lift me out of this pit... don't let my praises for you be silenced! It seems like a lot of audacity to speak like this to God, but I think that God doesn't mind honest, frustrated crys for help. I've sent many of them myself!)
You turned my wailing into dancing;
you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent.
LORD my God, I will praise you forever. (Krista: Lord, I'm ready! I'm tired of wailing, and I'm so ready to continue dancing! I've tried to continue to sing your praises and NOT be silent... but I'm tired and my voice is weak. I want to be clothed in joy again! This weeping all the time STINKS!)
Just got the word that instead of 5 this evening for surgery (previous schedule) we are going in FIFTEEN MINUTES! I want to get it out of the way but my hubby isn't even here and I do NOT enjoy sending my daughter off to surgery by myself. But tis okay, because God is here, and that is what matters. He is my steadfast support and strength. Plus, my hubby is on his way...
Prayers today appreciated.
Getting ready for her pre-surgery bath!