"I love the Lord, because he has heard my voice and my pleas for mercy. Because he inclined his ear to me, therefore I will call on him as long as I live. The snares of death encompassed me; the pangs of Sheol laid hold on me; I suffered distress and anguish. Then I called on the name of the Lord: 'Oh Lord, I pray, deliver my soul!' Gracious is the Lord, and righteous; our God is merciful. The Lord preserves the simple; When I was brought low, he saved me. Return, oh my soul, to your rest; for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you. For you have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling; I will walk before the Lord in the land of the living. I believe, even when I spoke, 'I am greatly afflicted'; I said in my alarm, 'All mankind are liars.' What shall I render to the Lord for all his benefits to me? I will lift up the cup of salvation and call on the name of the Lord, I will pay my vows to the Lord in the presence of all his people. Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints. Oh Lord, I am your servant; I am your servant, the son of your maidservant. You have loosed my bonds. I will offer to you the sacrifice of thanksgiving and call on the name of the Lord. I will pay my vows to the Lord in the presence of all his people, in the courts of the house of the Lord, in your midst, oh Jerusalem. Praise the Lord!"
He always listens. Even the tiniest whisper of a thought, he hears it. My soul has not rested fully in his presence these past few days. He 'delivered my soul from death', but I did not rest in his mercy. He 'took away the tears', but I cried them anyway. He 'stopped my feet from stumbling', but I fell down.
My prayer request is this: That my soul would find rest not only during the joys, but also during the trials.
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