I woke early this morning and spent time in bed with coffee and His Word because it has been too long and my soul is beginning to ache.  I finished the third book of Psalm;, it is always the hardest book for me to read because so many of my prayers are written inside the struggling verses.  I, too, am demanding deliverance, begging for a little light, wondering where the Lord is in this world.  But this morning as I was reading I was overcome with the deepest feelings of praise.

I was on the road in Northern Idaho-- driving because driving seemed to help some nights when that feeling of displacement grew too large.  And a song caught me off guard, I had to pull off the road and clear my eyes.  I remember feeling sadness; I was so completely and unbearably sad.

This morning I have been listening to it over and over and remembering that part of my story, thanking Him for faithfulness.  Knowing that those times will come again but also knowing this: He is near and heaven stands.