I need hope. I need to know that this will have an end. That I will have release from THIS.
I simply asked Him for a verse and I heard "Psalm 118:5" whispered in my ear. And, so, I picked up my Bible that rested on the wooden night stand next to me, wondering if I really heard that voice, pleading that there would be encouragement nestled in that verse, craving that my desperation would be known.
And I read:
In my distress I prayed to the Lord,
and the Lord answered me and set me free. Psalm 118: 5
Reading this verse did not immediately solve my problems, but the hope that He would rescue me, that He would at some point set me free, provided enough deliverance for the moment. I could rest in hope, assured that He heard my cries in that very moment, without condemnation, without harsh words, without pull yourself together, girl. A simple promise that is to come.
Linking up with Tiffini for Word Women Wednesday.