Friday, February 6, 2015
(8:48 a.m.)
Blessed, Holy God,
Thank You! I get to sit here
reading Your Word. Looking. Searching. Digging. Wanting. And being
blessed with every find.
Father, there is so very
much I don't know. I don't understand. And at the strangest times...
like in the middle of a dream... Your Truth rings out loud and clear.
Here again was the unexpected singing of ♫I
will enter His gates with thanksgiving in my heart; I will enter His
courts with praise. I will say, “This is day that the Lord has
made!” I will rejoice for He has made me glad.♫
The other day a three year
old taught us a lesson on being upset beyond words and his ability to
work through the emotions involved. Wow! Talk about “a little child
will lead them” (Isaiah 11:6b).
(10:36 a.m.)
And here again, the mental
illness issue mentioned yesterday comes into play.
Lord God, I'm scared! I look
to You and know that I am not supposed to be afraid. I'm confessing
fear to You right now. Fear of doing nothing. Fear of overstepping a
line. Fear of the unknown. I've chosen trustworthy people with whom
to share this fear. People with personal experience with mental
disorders. People who have been homeless. People “in the know”.
Doing nothing doesn't appear to be an option. Saying something is
necessary. Please guide and direct me.
Blessed Father, help is
available. Help in so many different guises. Guide us where we need
to go to help someone who clearly “poses a threat to himself and to
others”.
As I sit here considering a
threat made in desperation, I am reminded of Your promises. “Be
strong and courageous! Do not be afraid of them [the inhabitants of
the Promised Land]! The Lord your God will go ahead of you. He will
neither fail you nor forsake you... Do not be afraid or discouraged,
for the Lord is the one who goes before you. He will be with you; He
will neither fail you nor forsake you” (Deuteronomy 31:6, 8).
I trust You Father. Guide
and direct us to YOUR best. Your will. Your way. I love You. I depend
on You. All this I ask in Your Son's most holy name. Thank You. I
love You. Amen.
(385 words ~ 11:01 a.m.)
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