Sunday, August 9

The opposite of a good morning...

That would be what we are having here. Manley and Mackney died within two hours of each other this a.m. I am heartbroken. Confused. Angry. Praying for peace.

God, you are still God. I know it. I really do.

Psalm 119:105-112 (The Message)
By your words I can see where I’m going;
they throw a beam of light on my dark path.
I’ve committed myself and I’ll never turn back
from living by your righteous order.
Everything’s falling apart on me, God;
put me together again with your Word.

Festoon me with your finest sayings, God;
teach me your holy rules.
My life is as close as my own hands,
but I don’t forget what you have revealed.
The wicked do their best to throw me off track,
but I don’t swerve an inch from your course.
I inherited your book on living; it’s mine forever—
what a gift! And how happy it makes me!
I concentrate on doing exactly what you say—
I always have and always will.