my Psalm 129
I was mistreated when I was young, but I don't have to let that keep me down. Other people walked long, deep wounds (furrows) over my back, in my mind, in my heart. Father, You ripped to shreds their reins. You planted seeds of unconditional love and healing into those ugly furrows. May they be humiliated. Let them feel how I felt. Then forgive them and heal them, as You daily do for me.
epitome of rejoicing--when the most pious/solemn lead the dancing
I have nothing more contagious than my joy.
All inappropriate celebration is a wigged-out desire to praise.
Psalm 130:4, 7
With You there is forgiveness, faithful love, and redemption in abundance.
In my shame, the silence of the body of Christ leaves me to think no one care/understands. All sin; and without grace, no one could stand.
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