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In Faith I Follow: ‘though I walk through the valley of shadow…’


Dry

 

I thought I might be out of the desert.

I believed I was just inside the shade and cool of the copse of Cypress Trees that were my rest in the Lord.

A mirage perhaps, a delusion – illusion – a small welcome reprieve?

I thought this firmament was the place of rest; yet it seems a valley is vast in my path.

The desert I know is behind me, but I know to look back would cement me in this place.

I press on toward the prize, one that lies just around the bend.

Do valleys have bends; corners? As far as my spirit’s eye can see there is just the unknown.

...tho I walk through the valley

 

I can feel the soft breeze from those Cypress. The breeze offering satiation for my thirst there, sustenance for my hunger.

I press forward, in caution tempered Faith…

Though I walk through the valley of shadow…

The unknown, the foreign, the painful…

I must go through the valley to stand upon the mountain of God…

Ahh the breeze from the shelter inviting Cypress promising …

My Cypress 'Fir'

 

In faith I follow…Through Prayer I persevere…Through the pain of this awful desert’s valley, I cry out this prayer…

Knowing that God will recall, with affectionate heart, the words His David cried out to him in the ethers of centuries past.

Knowing that, even in my voice, He will hear the one after His heart, and know that I genuinely seek, no Crave His face alone.

If I can see His face, My Father’s face, I know I can endure this transformation…

Shall I hum,  I will sing with tears as if to cry out…

Palm 31

 O Lord, I have come to you for protection;

      don’t let me be disgraced.

      Save me, for you do what is right.

  Turn your ear to listen to me;

      rescue me quickly.

   Be my rock of protection,

      a fortress where I will be safe.

  You are my rock and my fortress.

      For the honor of your name, lead me out of this danger.

  Pull me from the trap my enemies set for me,

      for I find protection in you alone.

  I entrust my spirit into your hand.

      Rescue me, Lord, for you are a faithful God.

  I hate those who worship worthless idols.

      I trust in the Lord.

  I will be glad and rejoice in your unfailing love,

      for you have seen my troubles,

      and you care about the anguish of my soul.

  You have not handed me over to my enemies

      but have set me in a safe place.

  Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am in distress.

      Tears blur my eyes.

      My body and soul are withering away.

 I am dying from grief;

      my years are shortened by sadness.

   Sin has drained my strength;

      I am wasting away from within.

  I am scorned by all my enemies

      and despised by my neighbors—

      even my friends are afraid to come near me.

   When they see me on the street,

      they run the other way.

 I am ignored as if I were dead,

      as if I were a broken pot.

 I have heard the many rumors about me,

      and I am surrounded by terror.

   My enemies conspire against me,

      plotting to take my life.

  But I am trusting you, O Lord,

      saying, “You are my God!”

  My future is in your hands.

      Rescue me from those who hunt me down relentlessly.

  Let your favor shine on your servant.

      In your unfailing love, rescue me.

 Don’t let me be disgraced, O Lord,

      for I call out to you for help.

   Let the wicked be disgraced;

      let them lie silent in the grave.[a]

 Silence their lying lips—

      those proud and arrogant lips that accuse the godly.

 How great is the goodness

      you have stored up for those who fear you.

   You lavish it on those who come to you for protection,

      blessing them before the watching world.

 You hide them in the shelter of your presence,

      safe from those who conspire against them.

   You shelter them in your presence,

      far from accusing tongues.

  Praise the Lord,

      for he has shown me the wonders of his unfailing love.

      He kept me safe when my city was under attack.

 In panic I cried out,

      “I am cut off from the Lord!”

   But you heard my cry for mercy

      and answered my call for help.

 Love the Lord, all you godly ones!

      For the Lord protects those who are loyal to him,

      but he harshly punishes the arrogant.

  So be strong and courageous,

      all you who put your hope in the Lord!

Blessings Loves ❤