From: Ira Kapitonova (Day 756):
I am weary with my moaning;
every night I flood my bed with tears;
I drench my couch with my weeping.
My eye wastes away because of grief;
it grows weak because of all my foes.
Psalm 6:6-7
Oh, how I can relate to these words of David! And how I hate to write posts like this, but how can I give up? The least I can do is share the pain of my people and the truth.
Today, Russia attacked Kharkiv with missiles. Once again, they hit civilians. As of now, 9 people are injured, 5 are killed, and 5 more are still missing. The interviews with people watching the rescue operation are blood-chilling. Someone received a text message from a friend trapped in the burning building: “I’m suffocating. Goodbye.” A woman received a phone call from her mother, who said, “We were hit by a missile. I’m buried under the furniture. I’m burning. Forgive me for everything.”
How can this keep happening?!
The Lord has heard my plea;
the Lord accepts my prayer.
All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled;
they shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment.
Psalm 6:9-10
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3 responses to “3/21/2024 – “I am weary with my moaning;every night I flood my bed with tears…””
Psalm 23
“Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me.”
Hebrews “We do not have a high priest unable to sympathize with our weakness. We have one tempted in every way just as we are (but He never sinned) Because He suffered the test, He is able to succor those being tempted.”
Who knows violent, unjust, slow death better than Jesus? “I was dead, and look! I am alive forevermore.” Revelations
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Delayed comment? Is my technology too slow? Well, if the words never reach you, God knows best.
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Jesus, lover of my soul,
Friends may fail me, foes assail me,
He, my Savior, helps my soul.
Alleluia! What a Savior!
Alleluia! What a friend!
Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
He is with me to the end.
Jesus, what a help in sorrow,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
Storms about me, night o’ertakes me.
He, my Savior, comes to me.
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