10 “I once said: ‘In the prime of life
I am going off to the gates of Sh’ol.
I am being deprived of living out
the full span of my life.’
11 “I said, ‘I will never again see Yah,
Yah in the land of the living;
I will look on human beings no more
or be with those who live in this world.
12 My home is uprooted and taken away
from me like a shepherd’s tent.
Like a weaver, I have rolled up my life;
he cuts me off from the loom.
Between day and night you could finish me off.
13 I try to be strong like a lion till morning,
but still my illness breaks all my bones —
between day and night you could finish me off.
14 I make little chattering sounds like a swallow,
I moan aloud like a dove,
My eyes are weary with looking upward.
Adonai, I am overwhelmed; guarantee my life!’
15 “What is there that I can say?
He has spoken to me and acted!
I will go humbly all my years,
remembering how bitter I was.
16 Adonai, by these things people live;
in all these is the life of my spirit.
You’re restoring my health and giving me life —
17 though instead of peace, I felt very bitter.
You desired my life and preserved it
from the nothingness pit;
for you threw all my sins behind your back.
18 “Sh’ol cannot thank you, death cannot praise you;
those descending to the pit cannot hope for your truth.
19 The living, the living — they can thank you,
as I do today;
fathers will make their children know
about your faithfulness.
20 Adonai is ready to save me;
hence we will make our stringed instruments sound
all the days of our life
in the house of Adonai.”
"In His Love" by Author: Jane OwenI awoke in a panic. My heart pounded as I stared into the darkness. Struggling to breathe, I whispered, “It was just a dream!”
Raised in a Christian home, it was easy for me to “play church.” To me, God was too distant to be real. My dream interrupted this superficial view of life. Its vivid scenes continued in my mind’s eye like an eerie movie: Hanging from a steep cliff, I swung my feet up to a narrow outcropping of loose rock. Below, a deep body of churning water threatened. Suddenly, the rocks gave way. Terror claimed me, and all hope fled at that moment. God used this distressful dream to bring me to Christ. Like Hezekiah, God rescued me from “the pit of destruction” (verse 17b).
King Hezekiah recognized the benefit of his distress (verse 17a). God had delivered his life and removed his sin. In humility, he sang praises to the Lord for His faithfulness.
Today, we can rejoice with assurance, knowing our times of suffering or joy bring benefits born of His love.
Hymn for Today: "Such Love" by C. Bishop
Should yearn to change my sorrow into bliss,
Nor rest till He had planned to bring me nigh -
How wonderful is love like this!
Refrain
Such love, such wondrous love!
Such love, such wondrous love!
That God should love a sinner such as I -
How wonderful is love like this!
2. That Christ should join so freely in the scheme,
Although it meant His death of Calvary -
Did ever human tongue find nobler theme
Than love divine that ransomed me?
Refrain
Such love, such wondrous love!
Such love, such wondrous love!
That God should love a sinner such as I -
How wonderful is love like this!
3. That for a willful outcast such as I
The Father planned, the Savior bled and died,
Redemption for a worthless slave to buy,
Who long had law and grace defied!
Refrain
Such love, such wondrous love!
Such love, such wondrous love!
That God should love a sinner such as I -
How wonderful is love like this!
4. And now He takes me to His heart - a son;
He asks me not to fill a servant’s place.
The far-off country wanderings all are done;
Wide open are His arms of grace!
Refrain
Such love, such wondrous love!
Such love, such wondrous love!
That God should love a sinner such as I -
How wonderful is love like this!
"Blessed be God, who did not reject my prayer
or turn his grace away from me." Psalm 66:20.
Please pray:
For the distribution of holiness literature in Mesoamerica.
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Please pray:
For the distribution of holiness literature in Mesoamerica.
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