Have you stumbled into a dry well?


I love the Psalms

Reading: Psalm 31
(Verses 9-13)
Be merciful to me, LORD, for I am in distress;
my eyes grow weak with sorrow,
my soul and body with grief.
My life is consumed by anguish
and my years by groaning;
my strength fails because of my affliction,
and my bones grow weak.
Because of all my enemies,
I am the utter contempt of my neighbors
and an object of dread to my closest friends—
those who see me on the street flee from me.
I am forgotten as though I were dead;
I have become like broken pottery.
For I hear many whispering,
“Terror on every side!”
They conspire against me
and plot to take my life
(NIV).

IMG_20170325_071742[151] Snow covered tree in Grey Nuns Park — photo by David Kitz Reflection
How often do you find yourself crying out for mercy as David does at the start of this psalm…

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