listen to my prayer, o God, do not ignore my plea; hear me and answer me. my thoughts trouble me and i am distraught . . . my heart is in anguish within me . . . fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me.
i said, "oh, that i had the wings of a dove! i would fly away and be at rest- i would flee far away and stay in the desert; selah i would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm."
if an enemy were insulting me, i could endure it; if a foe were raising himself against me, i could hide from him. but it is you, a man like myself, my companion, my close friend, with whom i once enjoyed sweet fellowship as we walked with the throng at the house of God.
~psalm 55:1-8, 12-14
even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.
they will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
~isaiah 40:30-32
after having heard it a thousand times, it is somehow truer in this moment than ever before.
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