Despair is a cage.
No, not a cage but a crate.
A sealed crate.
No light. No air.
No hope of escape.
I have no memory of sunshine or fresh breezes.
There is no room for God in my crate.
No room for even the hope that things will get better.
I am trapped. I am suffocating.
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"Because he loves me" says the LORD, I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
He will call on me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.
With long life will I satisfy him
and show him my salvation."
-Psalm 91:14-16
(a favorite of Joe's parents this week)
He's a big God, but he can fit in very small spaces.
Jill, thankyou so much for your comment on my blog today.
from your recent post it appears you are not in the best patch either. However, this makes me even all the more encouraged by your comment, for it was truthful and real.
Thankyou
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