“I cried out to God for help; I cried out to God to hear me. When I was
in distress, I sought the Lord; at night I stretched out untiring hands,
and I would not be comforted. I remembered you, God, and I groaned; I
meditated, and my spirit grew faint. You kept my eyes from closing; I
was too troubled to speak. I thought about the former days, the years of
long ago; I remembered my songs in the night.
My heart meditated and my spirit asked: “Will the Lord reject forever?
Will he never show his favor again? Has his unfailing love vanished
forever? Has his promise failed for all time? Has God forgotten to be
merciful? Has he in anger withheld his compassion?” Then I thought, “To
this I will appeal: the years when the Most High stretched out his right
hand. I will remember the deeds of the LORD; yes, I will remember your
miracles of long ago. I will consider all your works and meditate on all
your mighty deeds.” Your ways, God, are holy. What god is as great as
our God? You are the God who performs miracles; you display your power
among the peoples.”
Psalm 77:1-14
Jenna, Dan, Shelley
Originally published to Facebook 10/14/17
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