But on this day, when I am so very aware of Papa's healing of my broken heart, I felt compelled to share a portion of Psalm 55 a dear friend sent to me not too long after the "great sorrow day" in my life. It's from a book entitled Psalms for Praying by Nan Merrill, and I offer it today as a tribute to the Loving One who heard my cry; yes, who always hears our cries and heals us. It's hard for me to put into words how well this psalm describes our Abba, but maybe you will catch the wonder as you read it.
Yes, I call upon the
Beloved, and Love will heed my cry.
From morning through the
evening I moan in my loneliness, and surrender myself to Love.
The Beloved will deliver my
soul in safety and give me strength to search within,
to find the source of my
fear.
Love's presence will make
itself known to me, bringing comfort and stilling this disquiet within.
With gentle and tender
guidance I shall find my way Home.
Fear and doubt sought to
capture me, weaving webs of confusion, breeding lairs of anxiety.
Sowing false seeds of empty
promises, they sought to take control.
Yet You, O Beloved, were
ever near, waiting on me to call upon You.
I offered my fears up to the
Beloved, and Love heard my cry; I sought the One who ever listens;
once again, I knew Love's
Presence.
Yes, You, O Beloved, bring
my fears to the fore, exposing them to the Light;
I abandon myself into your
hands,
Into your Heart I commend my
soul, in You will I trust.
