I made your world famous gingersnaps yesterday. It brought back all those happy, joyful memories.
Soon enough I remembered your eventual entrapment, but this did not take away the truth. The truth is these were real memories, and they were happy, joyful times even if you deny them now because of your own choices.
My agonies are beyond any words. The LORD is the only One who knows and comprehends my pain.
I am in His hands. He lifts my head. He reminds me who I am in Him. He carries me in the storms.
Well, it is not about me, and so I was once again reminded that the LORD also holds you in His hands. He is the Hound of Heaven and I can trust Him with your life.
His name is glorified during this storm, and I am trusting that somehow, someday His name will be glorified when it is all over.
"Though the fig tree should not blossom
and there be no fruit on the vines,
Though the yield of the olive should fail
and the fields produce no food,
Though the flock should be cut off from the fold
and there be no cattle in the stalls,
Yet I will exult in the LORD,
I will rejoice in the God of my salvation,
The LORD God is my strength,
and He has made my feet like hind's feet,
and makes me walk on my high places."