Contemplations

THE PRISON I’M LIVING IN (Based on Ps. 25:15, Ps. 140:5, Ps. 141:9, Ps. 142:3 , Prov. 3:26) I cry to the Lord for mercy. When troubles come, I complain. Though my faith is tested and my spirit grows faint, God is there, aware of my pain. On the path I daily walk, A snare is set for me. Satan is not concerned for my life. He will never just let me be. It is You, Lord, who knows my way, When my days are full of strife. The times I am in bondage, I seek You to restore my life. You rescue me from my enemy, Whether man, grief, sickness or sin. You rescue me and set me free, From the prison I’m living in. Becky Wall Note that the prison door is open. All the person has to do is walk through it, though that's often easier said than done. key words: #addiction #foodaddiction #domesticabuse #deathgrief #prisonertosickness

WHERE IS GOD? On the top of a mountain, God is there. In the valley below, He is there. From the ends of the earth to the heavens above, Wherever you go, God is there. In a rippling brook, God is there. In the deepest sea, He is there. From the widest ocean to the smallest pond, Even in your tears, God is there. In a tiny atom, God is there. In the sun and moon, He is there. In a faraway galaxy or here on earth, In the whole universe, God is there. In the light of your eye, God is there. In a baby's soft cry, He is there. In the taste of honey or the scent of a rose, In every part of your being, He is there. In a still, small voice, God is there. In the roar of thunder, He is there. In a burning bush and a fiery furnace; In the belly of a whale, God was there. When a child is conceived, God is there. In the cry of the wild, He is there. In the rocks and trees and the air we breathe, In all of creation, God is there. Wh