Sunday, December 7, 2014

Words from Here to There

I was going to try to write something here, but all I've done is stare at the screen and realize that my own words still fall flat. The only One hearing them right now is God. And for now, this is right.

Please pray, friends. 

For the little mother in the yellow house, the brothers, the sisters, the children, and if it isn't too much, for this heart, too. 

And pray for those who know more pain than us. This little taste has made me ache with the knowledge of what others must bear. 

God have mercy.

God has mercy. 

Praise be to God.
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4 comments:

  1. cadieDecember 8, 2014 at 4:08 PM

    I'm so sorry, Debbie. Yes, I'll be praying for you (all)!

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  2. Deborah PurdyDecember 9, 2014 at 2:24 AM

    Thank you so much, Cadie.

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  3. RundyDecember 10, 2014 at 1:18 PM

    I remember my affliction and my wandering,
    the bitterness and the gall.
    I well remember them,
    and my soul is downcast within me.
    Yet this I call to mind
    and therefore I have hope:

    Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
    for his compassions never fail.
    They are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.
    I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;
    therefore I will wait for him.”

    The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him,
    to the one who seeks him;
    it is good to wait quietly
    for the salvation of the Lord.
    (Lamentations 3:19-26)

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  4. Deborah PurdyDecember 10, 2014 at 7:23 PM

    Some of my favorite verses, all shot through with hope.

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