A dear friend sent me these verses today. You have no idea what a soothing salve it is to my soul knowing that people are still praying for us. That we are not forgotten:
As the deer longs for flowing streams,
So my soul longs for You, O GOD
My soul thirsts for GOD, for the living GOD
When may I come to see GOD's face?
My tears are my food day and night.
People ask me
"Where is your GOD?"
I will remember these things as I pour out my soul:
How I used to walk with the crowd and lead it in a procession to GOD's house
I sang songs of joy and thanksgiving while crowds of people celebrated a festival.
Why are you discouraged my soul?
Why are you restless?
Put your hope in GOD, because I will praise him still.
My arms still ache. I sleep with a teddy bear. I cry randomly and to anyone who happens to be in the path. But MY GOD IS FAITHFUL.