Help!

Psalm 77:1-2
I cried out to God for help; I cried out to God to hear me. When I was in distress, I sought the Lord; at night I stretched out untiring hands and my soul refused to be comforted.

In the dark of the night, the psalmist wonders has God vanished? Has God rejected me? Has God forgotten? In the dark, it is easy fro me to wonder where God is and if he has abandonned me. The psalmist thinks back and remembers how God has acted in the past. I remember God's faithfulness, love and His never failing presence. Often it is music that triggers the remembering. I listen to my favorite Christian songs as I walk each morning and am reminded of who God is and of His love and faithfulness. The dark fades and the dawn of light brings hope and a new sense of God's presence.

Help has come in many ways:
a nurse at the Dr's office who heard the concern in my voice
the Dr who suggested help from hospice
a late night text letting me know a friend is praying
coffee with my Minnesota pastor
this blog that allows us to link arms and journey together as we share our stories
cooler weather and less humidity!
God hears me and is quick to answer my cry for help. I am thankful for how He has used each of you to lift my spirits and bring me hope.