So without delving into a pity party and saving you dear reader from the details, know simply that yours truly has been having a bit of tough time of late.
Work stuff and home stuff is running this worry wart ragged. My escape is, thank God, my faith. It's my sustenance despite its frailty and weakness. I'm not sure where I would be without it. Actually, I probably do but I'd rather not think about it.
So this morning I came across the following and oh how timely, oh how filling, oh how... wonderful, it was to hear.
Maybe you're a worry wart. Maybe you're not. Maybe you're in need of something short, sweet but filling. Maybe you're not.
Either way, I'm betting more than a buck or two that you'll enjoy this.
Be still and know that I'm with youBe still and know that I am here
Be still and know that I'm with you
Be still, be still, and know
When darkness comes upon you
And covers you with fear and shame
Be still and know that I'm with you
And I will say your name
If terror falls upon your bed
And sleep no longer comes
Remember all the words I said
Be still, be still, and know
And when you go through the valley
And the shadow comes down from the hill
If morning never comes to be
Be still, be still, be still
If you forget the way to go
And lose where you came from
If no one is standing beside you
Be still and know I am
Be still and know that I'm with you
Be still and know I am
