After going to the ER last night for uncontrolled vomiting, dehydration and gastritis, I am so worried this is going to escalate into something far worse and I'll wind up admitted in the hospital. This baby is kicking my butt. But today, I came across this verse, twice.
I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
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.
Yes, because I feel like I am in a pit, on the valley floor,
helpless and hopeless.
But He reminds me that I am not alone.
Twice in one day.
My Help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
There is nothing He cannot do.
Amen!