(NAS Bible) -- Psa. 30 "I will extol You, O Lord, for You have lifted me up, and have not let my enemies (cancer) rejoice over me.I cried to You for help, and You did heal me. O Lord, You have brought up my soul from Sheol; You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. Sing praise to the Lord, you His godly ones, and give thanks to His Holy Name. For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for a lifetime; Weeping may last for the night, but a shout of joy comes in the morning. Now as for me, I said in my prosperity, I will never be moved.O Lord, by Your favor You have made my mountain to stand strong;You have hid Your face, and I was dismayed. To You, O Lord, I called, and to the Lord I made supplication;What profit is there in my blood, if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your faithfulness? Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me; O Lord, be my helper.You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness;That my soul may sing praise to You, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever."
(The Message Bible) -- Psa 30 "I will give you all the credit, God--You got me out of that mess, You didn't let my foes gloat. God, my God, I yelled for help and You put me together. God, You pulled me out of the grave, gave me another chance at life when I was down-and-out.All you saints! Sing your hearts out to God! Thank Him to His face!He gets angry once in a while, but across a lifetime there is only love.The nights of crying your eyes out give way to days of laughter.When things were going great I crowed, "I've got it made. I'm God's favorite.He made me king of the mountain."Then you looked the other way and I fell to pieces.I called out to You, God; I laid my case before you; "Can You sell me for a profit when I'm dead? auction me off at a cemetary yard sale? When I'm 'dust to dust' my songs and stories of you won't sell. So listen! and be King! Help me out of this!"You did it; you changed wild lament into whirling dance,You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers. I'm about to burst with song; I can't keep quiet about You. God, my God, I can't thank you enough."
This Psalm has lived in our hearts lately. May it live in yours too. God is able, more than we know, to move in ways we do not understand. He IS GOD AND WHAT A GLORIOUS, LOVING GOD WE SERVE AND KNOW AS OUR CLOSEST FRIEND AND LOVER. The mystery and substance of His resurrection power and love is more than sufficient, especially in our weakness. Of this, we lay hold, and yet let go in ourselves (what a paradox)..... Loving you all with all of our hearts--Vernie (for Greg too) xo
*In the natural, I am needing to help Greg get around, his weight has dropped more, we work at getting food in him. But in the spiritual and God's time table, we trust Him. He is always on time and for His greater glory....God does save the best wine till last... *If I can't get back with you on e-mails or phone calls right away, it's because of alot of company, correspondence, and Greg's needs right now. Thank you for understanding. Again, your prayers and love cannot be measured in value.
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