Psalm Faintly
Oh, LORD, today is already too much.
A part of me says good grief, don’t be such a drama king
while another part of me says there, there, pal,
it’ll all be okay, just do your best, alright?
Then there is that other part of me, saner than the
rest, holding the negatives of your mercies
up to the coming light seeing darkly what has been.
The past is my only ground of hope. That you
were faintly there, as you feel now, will have to be
enough on this day that already feels too much.
mmmmm. As I wait for news on our adoption, with surrendered heart and hands, but also the humanness that just wants them here, already, and says, “ENOUGH!” (and yes, I believe, just as I believe in the triune God that I can have a foot in each reality), I read this as a letter of encouragement to a fellow sojourner. And I thank you.
And I thank you too, Gretchen.
yes… he is enough… and after all those parts of me have had their say… I say the name… Jesus… my only ground of hope. Holding the negatives of his mercies up to the coming light… what a beautiful picture.
Hi, Patricia. Yes, I liked that line too…very much.
Oh so many days begin and end this way. Our only hope is in Him. Struggles in life do make it feel as if He is only faintly there. My need is to remember, His faintly there, is more than enough.
Thanks for your comment, Julie, and your encouragement.
Your phrase, “my only ground of HOPE” brings us back to the wonderful thought, “HOPE always rises with the dawn…at the facing of each new day. We can’t escape it, nor would we if we dared.
Thanks, Lindsay.
when nothing else is enough, He must Be enough
which is really His design and desire
Thank you.
John, I soaked this up like a sponge, today. Thanks.
You’re welcome, Sean. Good to hear from you.
Tears…
I needed this.
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