(Meditating on Psalm 42)
Through the years that I have been living with my illness, I cannot count the mornings that I have awakened with feelings of trepidation. And there are moments during the day, too, that I would feel downcast. But even more prominent in my heart and mind is the knowledge that the Lord never leaves me alone in those disconsolate moments for a long time.
In those times when suffering and sorrow cast shadows in my soul and I feel I don’t have the strength to carry on, the Lord never fails to cast His light upon me, so that the inspiration and strength that I need to meet the day would fill my being, urging me to rise up and walk straight to the Lord’s embrace. I cannot count the times that He has lifted up my head and drawn me closer to His love and mercy, inviting me to offer up songs of praise and worship. Because worshiping Him in the beauty of holiness is where He meets me.
My sorrowing and hungry heart offering up songs of thanksgiving, praise and worship anyways, and His open, loving arms always ready to welcome me – this is my holy tryst with the lover of my soul, my Maker who is my Husband (Is. 54:5).
I have proven first-hand the power of praise. When I feel doubtful, I sing praises that speak of His glory and power. When I feel self-pity and discontent creeping in, I sing praises that give the highest worship and reverence to Him. When I feel a tremendous yearning for His love and touch, I sing soulful and prayerful songs.
When I cannot sing, even then He fills my heart with His songs of faithfulness and deliverance.
Why are you cast down, O my soul?
And why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him
For the help of His countenance. (Ps. 42:5)
New testimony post at Minister of Mercy:
(This is the one I mentioned a while back about the testimony of a sister-in-Christ who was a kidnap victim).
God’s Mighty Deliverance: The Testimony of Kidnap Victim Sis. Angie Letada
Sis. Angie begins her testimony barely able to control herself from crying freely. She testifies that on January 7, 2012, Saturday, at 7:00 in the evening, while they were celebrating her beloved mother’s birthday, she went out to buy barbecue at a street corner near their house. While she was standing along the street near Heritage Homes in Marilao, Bulacan, a red, tinted van without a plate number suddenly came speeding by and two hooded men picked her up. Read more.