Heavy

There is really no other way of describing it... we have heavy hearts this week.  We have been reminded of how deeply our world is broken.  Friends are hurting.  Hearts are broken.  One of our dear friend's daughters, younger than Elli, has been diagnosed with a rare form of cancer.  I confess, this is hitting a little close to home for me, and I've been holding my girls a little tighter lately.  Please join us in praying for little Zoey, her parents, and younger sister.   

This song has been ministering to my heart, and I hope it encourages you on whatever road the Lord has you walking right now.  Praise God that His mercy seat is open still.  Here's a link to listen to it, and the lyrics are below.

Dear Refuge Of My Weary Soul

Dear refuge of my weary soul,
On Thee, when sorrows rise
On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies
To Thee I tell each rising grief,
For Thou alone canst heal
Thy Word can bring a sweet relief,
For every pain I feel

 

But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call Thee mine
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline
Yet gracious God, where shall I flee?
Thou art my only trust
And still my soul would cleave to Thee
Though prostrate in the dust

Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face,
And shall I seek in vain?
And can the ear of sovereign grace,
Be deaf when I complain?
No still the ear of sovereign grace,
Attends the mourner's prayer
Oh may I ever find access,
To breathe my sorrows there

Thy mercy seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat
With humble hope attend Thy will,
And wait beneath Thy feet,
Thy mercy seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat
With humble hope attend Thy will,
And wait beneath Thy feet