listen to my prayer.
2 From the ends of the earth I call to you,
I call as my heart grows faint;
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Tonight my mind is occupied with many things...my friend Greta who had to say good-bye to her kitty today...the anticipation of a day in court...the frustration of work overload...the profound realization that life is short and too much of it is spent doing things we don't want to do.
So, I turn to a favorite psalm. When I know not what to say, or even to pray, these words fit: "hear my cry, O God, listen to my prayer." Wherever I am, from any end of the earth, I can cry out. When I feel low, I can lift up my voice and in being heard, I can be lifted up.
Today I am thankful for the quiet moments...stillness...sadness...resignation...all of those things that lead to my need for God.

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