When Everything Is Crumbling
He Steadies Us
Psalm 10:17 NIV
LORD, you hear the desires of those who are hurting. You cheer them up and give them hope. You listen to their cries.
*I learned yesterday of a Friend’s husbands life threatening diagnosis when she texted me and asked to send out an urgent prayer request!
He dries
Our tears
When the world
Around us feels
Like it’s crumbling
He says
“My child
I am here.”
While the
World is confused
He gives us clarity
Even in the
Mess
He’s there
Reaching
Out saying
“My child
Let me
Help you
Clean up.”
He offers us
Peace
In the midst
Of chaos
Comfort in
The face of
Pain!
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
June.16.2025
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Comments (2)
Peace is never allusive with GOD. Nicely Done!!
He does offer us peace Michelle. Great reminder, that there is always hope.