Note to Self
Judge and vindicate me, O God; plead and defend my cause against an ungodly nation. O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man! For You are the God of my strength, my Stronghold in Whom I take refuge; why have You cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? O send out Your light and Your truth, let them lead me; let them bring me to Your holy hill and to Your dwelling. Then will I go to the altar of God, to God, my exceeding joy; yes, with the lyre will I praise You, O God, my God!
Why are you cast down, O my inner self? And why should you moan over me and be disquieted with me? Hope in God and wait expectantly for Him, for I shall yet praise Him, Who is the help of my sad countenance, and my God. Psalm 43
Dear Me,
We need to have a talk, you and me. It’s about your face. I’ve noticed something on your face for a while now that needs some attention. I’m no doctor but I think I know what it is. You’re definitely going to need to get it checked by a specialist. Actually, I have a referral slip right here. It’s all ready to go; you just need to make the appointment.
Now that I’ve got your attention, it looks like there’s something going on with your eyes as well. It’s not something in your eyes, it’s the focus of your eyes. You already know what I’m talking about. You’ve been stumbling along in the darkness for a while now; looking down, feeling down, being pushed down. I just hope we’re not too late. The diagnosis doesn’t look good. I’ve heard the treatment for it is worse than the...well you know.
And, well, I’m not sure if you want to hear this, but I think you need to know. You’re moaning in your sleep; not really every night, but most nights, like the majority of nights. Actually, alright, I’ll just say it: you’re moaning in your sleep every night.
So, I know life can be really tough sometimes. But God’s light and truth and strength can lead you out of this slump. His healing power will help you. His Presence is with you. I love you self. Don’t lose your hope in God. Wait expectantly for Him. Praise Him in the slump. And you might want to think about pulling out that dusty old lyre. Give it a few strums and tune it up good. I think I feel a praise song comin’ on:
Why are you cast down, O my inner self? And why should you moan over me and be disquieted with me? Hope in God and wait expectantly for Him, for I shall yet praise Him, Who is the help of my sad countenance, and my God.
Love always,
Me
By: Esther E. Schutz, Minister of Women’s Discipleship, NBC Student
Published: 03/18/2019
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