Psalms 18:4-6 & 16
4 The cords of death entangled me;
the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me.
5 The cords of the grave coiled around me;
the snares of death confronted me.
6 In my distress I called to the Lord;
I cried to my God for help.
From his temple he heard my voice;
my cry came before him, into his ears.
16 He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
he drew me out of deep waters.
When I put these verses together, I read my life. I read my struggle with mental illness. I read my salvation from suicide.
Today I am thankful there is no pit deep enough, that his love can not reach down and resue me.
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