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Even At My Worst



"I will be glad and rejoice in thy mercy: for thou hast considered my trouble; thou hast known my soul in adversities"
    - Psalm 31:7

 Dear Friends,

 "Jesus knows all about our struggles.  He will guide until the day is done.  There's not a friend like the Lowly Jesus.  No, not one.  No, not one."

 Friends.  My mother taught me that if one is fortunate enough to have one true friend in life, you are blessed.  A true friend, a person you can confide in.  Someone who shares your joy and pain.  Someone who sees you at your worst, even at your worst and loves you unconditionally.  Jesus is That Kind of Friend.

 When I am glad and rejoice, the Lord is there.  He is the source of my joy and He creates my gladness.  When I am in trouble, when my soul is consumed with grief, He is there.  The Lord is the Way Maker.  He provides courage and strength when trouble seems to surround me.  Even though I may cry or complain about my circumstances, the Lord is with me.

 Adversity. When things just don't seem to go my way.  On days when I look around and find myself surrounded my people, yet, feeling alone He is there.  Even at my worst, when I lose heart, when my faith is shaky and my "shining light" is flickering, I am not alone.  In my adversity the Lord is with me.

 Lord, I thank you for loving me in spite of myself.  I thank you for "seeing me" and being My Help, My Friend, My All. Thank you Lord for blessings my soul, even at my worst.

 God bless!
in Christ,
Sis. Stephanie

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