Only a few things happening can cast me down to despair.
That’s how fragile I am, how fragile we all are.
And into my heart, He whispered like a warm breeze…..
If I didn’t remind you of the darkness from time to time,
You wouldn’t remember the candle I lit in your soul either.
I felt the love in what He was saying.
As tears came I said, “Yes, Lord.”
You know me so well.
I remember how it feels to stand in a place of tremendous
and absolute beauty and not feel or see a thing, and
it’s His great love for me and others that brings those feelings back
How else could I offer any comfort or help to others?
I can light a candle in their soul just the way you did for me, for until you did that for me?
I was a hopeless case.
Useless to myself and others.
Thank you, Lord for these times.
For reminding me just how fragile I am.
How I can feel in an instant alone on a playground not ever the first to be picked.
But you pick me, Lord. Again and again.
You said, “I want you.”
I sought the Lord, and he answered me;
he delivered me from all my fears.
Those who look to him are radiant;
their faces are never covered with shame.
This poor man called, and the Lord heard him;
he saved him out of all his troubles.
The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear him,
and he delivers them. Psalm 34:4-7
And thank you, Psalmist for these words of yours……they never fail to comfort.
Once again, you light the window in my dark soul.
Thank you for the assurance that my full range of emotions from joy to sorrow and everything in between,
are safe only in Your hands.
In You only, will I put my trust…….
In all things that I contemplate as I am consulting you, I find no secure place for my soul except in you. And in you, I pray that what is scattered in me may be brought together, so that no part of me may be apart from you. Sometimes when you are working within me, bringing my scattered self to you, you draw me into a state of feeling that is unlike anything I am used to, a kind of sweet delight. I know that if this spiritual state were made permanent in me it would be something not of this world, not of this life. Augustine. Confessions 10