Friday, March 30, 2012
Too much for me...
I am weary.
I am weary of shame.
I am weary of being brave.
I am weary of having to do things that I simply do not want to do.
I am weary of being ill.
I am weary of test results that shed no light on treatment options.
I am weary of medications that make me feel worse.
I am weary of migraines.
I am weary of financial worry.
I am weary.
I am Yours, Lord. Save me!
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I do not know psalms like you do. I do not know the Book of Concord like you do. But hymnody comforts me.
LSB #423 Jesus, Refuge of the Weary
1 Jesus, refuge of the weary,
Blest Redeemer, whom we love,
Fountain in life's desert dreary,
Savior from the world above:
Often have Your eyes, offended,
Gazed upon the sinner's fall;
Yet upon the cross extended,
You have borne the pain of all.
When people fail to catch us, medically, emotionally, spiritually, yet upon the cross extended, Christ has borne the pain of all.
Lord Jesus, Think on Me
By: Synesius of Cyrene
Lord Jesus, think on me
And purge away my sin;
From selfish passions set me free
And make me pure within.
Lord Jesus, think on me,
By anxious thoughts oppressed;
Let me your loving servant be
And taste your promised rest.
Lord Jesus, think on me,
Nor let me go astray;
Through darkness and perplexity
Point our your chosen way.
Lord Jesus, think on me
That, when the flood is past,
I may the eternal brightness see
And share your joy at last.
Thank you, truly, Mary and Fred. Oh, was the bulk of this day wretched. But I did savor the hymnody and the reading of John and, of course, the puppy snuggling!
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