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    La mamá de los pollitos

    O Lord our God, under the shadow of your wings we will rest.  Defend us and support us, bear us up when we are little, and we know that even down to our gray hairs, you will carry us.


    Friends, I get scared.  I get nervous that things won’t work out and that the best laid plans I devise will blow up in my face.  If I’m really honest, sometimes I fear that God has forgotten about me.

    Have you ever been there?

    I’ve said it elsewhere in my writings and I will continue to say it, but I find comfort in the Psalms when that happens.  When I feel as if I’m abandoned by the Lord who brought the children of Israel out of Egypt with a mighty hand, I turn to the raw emotions found in the center of the Bible.

    This prayer of Augustine touches on those times of anguish, when I am on the verge of breaking.  It points me back to the grand narrative of Scripture.

    For the follower of the God who called Abram out of his father’s house, we are invited into a journey.

    For the follower of the God who led his people out of slavery in Egypt, we are given freedom.

    For the follower of the God who raised Jesus from the dead, we are given new life found in him.

    Friends, I encourage you to take comfort in God in those times of despair.  Like a frightened bird, find comfort under the shadow of God’s wings- He will care for you both when you are little and when you are gray.  Take hope even when all looks lost.

    Where do you find hope?

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