Day after day. We lift our eyes unto the hills from whence cometh our Help. Day after day a perpetual avalanche of trials roll down upon us. Sometimes I wonder if we will ever dig our way out of the mound above us, around us, beneath us. Just when we break the surface and our fingertips feel a ray of sunshine, we're covered again. The earth seeks to swallow us whole. It just doesn't end.
I pray. I seek God only. I know there is no one other than He who can help. The problems are too insurmountable. If only we could catch a breath of air between the pressures. But it seems we are meant to be crushed. We do not know what to do. We cannot do anything that is not circumvented with the rising of another sun. Does God have someone He meant to send to us and they did not hear His voice? Does someone hear His voice yet ignores Him?
There are no ships to come in. The tunnel ahead is dark. I still cling to my Lord. When will the snow melt? When will Spring begin, my Sovereign? selahV
