Betty,
There are no words for me to put out the flame of pain that you are enduring.
Just know that you are loved and I am praying for you.
All my family is praying.

My heart is in anguish within me;
the terrors of death assail me.
Fear and trembling have beset me;
horror has overwhelmed me.
I said, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest-
I would flee far away
and stay in the desert;
I would hurry to my place of shelter,
far from the tempest and storm."

But I call to God,
and the Lord saves me.
Evening, morning and noon
I cry out in distress,
and he hears my voice (Psalm 55:4-8,16-17).


Thursday, September 3, 2009