"If it is a contest of strength, behold, He is mighty! If it is a matter of justice, who can summon Him? Though I am in the right, my own mouth would condemn me; though I am blameless, He would prove me perverse. I am blameless; I regard not myself; I loathe my life. For He crushes me with a tempest and multiplies my wounds without cause; He will not let me get my breath, but fills me with ((anguish))."
I am not blameless. I am full of blame, but Christ has washed me clean. He has cleansed my iniquities. Why then must I suffer so? I feel as if my heart has been cloven in two. When will I see the fruit from this year of pruning? When will this trial be over?
Lord, please have mercy upon my family.
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