Frustrated that our mechanical contractor will not be able to get us heat for this weekend's Consecration Sunday at Girdwood Chapel. I'm feeling VERY frustrated.
And it's a beautiful day.
And I'm frustrated. And angry. And my adrenaline is pumping.
And I'm blogging.
I'm turning my heart to God with my favorite Psalm. Psalm 121.
1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
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