A Little Help From My Friends

I am tired today.Fighting off a head cold and succeeding. Still yet I am not as thriving as I would like to be. This what it can be like living with a chronic illness of any kind.

I am not feeling as perky as I’d like either today. I woke up hurting more than usual, exhausted from broken sleep and was even feeling a bit down in the mouth. Before I get out of bed every morning I read. I read with a purpose. I read only things of a spiritual nature during this quiet time. This can encompass many different books, magazines and even pamphlets sent my way. I am a woman of deep faith but it one that is custom-made just for myself. I have many beliefs from many faiths, that all say the same thing to me but in different ways.

This morning I went to my Bible. There is a Psalm that I often turn to because it comforts this wild beast called chronic illness born sadness.

This beautiful poem is Psalm 139.  I’ve been thinking about its truths for me, for my own vessel of a body I live in.

Psalm 139

 {My favorite verses}

1 O Lord, you have examined my heart
and know everything about me.

2 You know when I sit down or stand up.
You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.

3 You see me when I travel
and when I rest at home.
You know everything I do.
4 You know what I am going to say
even before I say it, Lord.
5 You go before me and follow me.
You place your hand of blessing on my head.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too great for me to understand!

7 I can never escape from your Spirit!
I can never get away from your presence!
8 If I go up to heaven, you are there;
if I go down to the grave,[a] you are there.
9 If I ride the wings of the morning,
if I dwell by the farthest oceans,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
and your strength will support me.
11 I could ask the darkness to hide me
and the light around me to become night—
12 but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.
To you the night shines as bright as day.
Darkness and light are the same to you.

13 You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
15 You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
16 You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.

17 How precious are your thoughts about me,[b] O God.
They cannot be numbered!
18 I can’t even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!

©tjhelser 2012

6 thoughts on “A Little Help From My Friends

    • Quickly on the mend. Thank you Terri. For the kind critic of my post., And especially for your wish to get better. I believe in the energy from such wish and prayer’s.

      I’ve found comfort in this Psalm for a long time, sometimes forgetting just how much. The magic about writings that can do that to you is just so cool.
      Hope you are well and smiling~

    • Thank you Kate. Your prayers are so appreciated. Feeling a bit better, just not pushing it.
      I’m going to try and catch up here with WP friends. Hope your week is being as lovely to you as you are such a giving kind woman.

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