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Day 491

Wednesday, April 8, 2020 -


I was able to reach Kathie on the phone this afternoon. It had turned out that yesterday she hadn’t realized I could now call her each weekday afternoon rather than just Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and she was at my office working on getting my journal ready to put on the Internet. I just rejoiced in the Lord everything was fine with her and she continues to have days when the pain has diminished in her mouth.


Tomorrow, supposedly we are going to get additional time on the phones and emails, as well, as we found out late this afternoon. Otherwise, we are confined to our cells.


This evening, I also received an envelope from a couple in Tennessee and their three children who were friends of my mother. It was very encouraging! Their son drew me a picture of a barn with Psalm 121:1-4 as a caption: “I will lift up my eyes to the mountains: From where shall my help come from? My help comes from the Lord who made heaven and earth. He will not allow your feet to slip; He who keeps you will not slumber. Behold, He who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.” This reminded me of the message I had just heard from Tony Evans on the radio as part of a series putting on the whole armor of God. We are to shod our feet with the preparation of the Gospel of peace (Ephesians 6:15). Shod means to “put on.” The opposite of this peace which comes from God is anxiety and worry during tough times. In other words, we have a firm foundation, which cannot be shaken! The meaning of the Greek word for peace is “tranquility of soul despite external turmoil.”

One of the daughters of the family who wrote today sent me this poem (or song) by Matt Boswell:


Lord, from sorrows deep I call.

When my hope is shaken.

Torn and ruined from the fall

Hear my desperation.

For long I’ve pled and prayed

God, come to my rescue

Even so, the thorn remains

Still, my heart will praise You!


Storms within my troubled soul.

Questions without answers.

On my faith, these billows roll.

God, be now my shelter.

Why are you cast down, my soul?

Hope in Him who saves you,

When the fires have all grown cold

Cause this heart to praise You.


And, oh my soul, put your hope in God

My help, my Rock, I will praise Him

Sing, oh, sing through the raging storm

You’re still my God, my salvation!


Should my life be torn from me,

Every worldly pleasure,

When all I possess is grief,

God, be then my treasure!

Be my vision in the night

Be my hope and refuge

Till my faith is turned to sight

Lord, my heart will praise You!


And, oh, my soul, put your hope in God

My help, my Rock, I will praise Him

Sing, oh sing through the raging storm,

You’re still my God, my salvation!


And, oh my soul, put your hope in God

My help, my Rock, I will praise Him

Sing, oh, sing through the raging storm

You’re still my God, my salvation!



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