Behold, God is my helper;
the Lord is the upholder of my life.
I have a hard time comprehending the patience and care my Lord has for me. I am so undeserving, so hard-headed, so weak in faith, so prone to wander. But as a tender shepherd, He calls me back to the place of safety. I take my place once again at His feet to sit, rest, listen, learn, grow, heal. The wounds are fresh, the loneliness acute, the sorrow great, but He is touched with the feeling of my infirmity. He invites me to cast my burdens before Him and leave them there.
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