It is you who keep my lamp burning, God. Please have mercy on us and keep turning the darkness into light.

The Lord is close to the heartbroken. He saves those who are crushed in spirit.

I can water and pull out weeds, but ultimately, it’s God who causes a seed to break open and send forth a plant that turns into nourishment of beauty or flavor.

I have found my deepest comfort in remaining in God’s love and in His promises. I don’t know what you’re hoping or longing for, and I wish I could promise everything will work out exactly like you want it to, but I can’t. I can only say that deep down, I know my deepest wish is to not not have to face anything alone, and I find that desire granted over and over again in the love of God.

I love the idea that each day the skies are speaking to us, whispering and winking and coloring and shining the story of God’s love….new mercies every morning. Beauty in the orange and pinks and blues of each sunrise and sunset.

I can’t think of a more beautiful thing to sing about than the steady, sure love of God and the justice that is so close to God’s heart.

Rock. Fortress. Deliverer. These all feel like sturdy words assuring me that when I take refuge in the love of God, I will find something steady and sure.

On the days I forget what’s true, a verse like this is such a gift to me. It reminds me of who God is and what God says He will do, AND it helps my forgetful and often doubting heart really hold onto those promises.