You do not delight in sacrifice, or would bring it;
you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings.
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;
a broken and contrite heart,
O God, you will not despise.
Psalm 51: 16-17
I feel raw, broken open.
I long for some reassurance that God does not despise me.
Intellectually, I know that reassurance is found at the foot of the cross.
Emotionally though, I am just so in need of restoration.
How long O Lord, will I lie broken before you?
Sunday, 21 September 2008
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NAVIGATING LIFE AS A CHRISTIAN WITH BIPOLAR AFFECTIVE DISORDER
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