Tuesday, June 2
Shadow

Psalm 121 A song of ascents.

1 I lift up my eyes to the hills-- where does my help come from?

2 My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.

3 He will not let your foot slip-- he who watches over you will not slumber;

4 indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

5 The LORD watches over you-- the LORD is your shade at your right hand;

6 the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.

7 The LORD will keep you from all harm-- he will watch over your life;

8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.

The days are getting a little longer, but we've seen plenty of gray skies in the Blue Ridge Mountains since the beginning of the year. It's hard to remember that I live in one of the most beautiful places I know. Being homebound can make seasonal affective disorder a double whammy to my normal chronic depression.

I'm trying something different through these winter months, though. Where does my help come from? It comes from these hills that surround me, It comes from the LORD who will watch over me and give me comfort on bad days. When I feel like I can't deal with one more day of clouds and rain, it seems as if God gives me hope by letting the sun come out even if it's only for a few hours.

The sunlight comes. And always we begin again. Thank you, God!


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