I read Psalm 18 and Habakkuk 3:17-19 and have cried and cried. My God loves so much. Even when I can't see evidence of that love, I know it is there based on our history together. Because time after time He has brought me through pain and fear. But sometimes I couldn't see it until I looked back later. It's true that we go through the Valley of Baca in tears, but we come back rejoicing! He truly is a faithful Father. Thank you, my God, for your Word. How I love you, Lord! How grateful I am to you. My Fortress! My Rock! My Deliverer! You have blessed me so much! I have no words to thank you enough.
Deepest love--where I truly live.
Comfort for my broken heart.
Healing old wounds. Love fills the cracks.
Fallen walls restored. This house will stand.
The Lord is its builder. Jesus Christ, it's foundation.
Love is its mortar.
Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior. The Sovereign LORD is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to go on the heights.