pastoral care


I told him about the weird flashbacks.

We had a good forty-five minutes to talk.  Some dear church members had given us an Applebees gift card for Pastor Appreciation month.  Friday night seemed as good a time as any to use it.  We chose to go west and take the scenic route into the city.

“Rebuke the depression with the Law and rejoice in the Gospel”, he says.

I stare straight ahead, letting his words sink in.  I look to the right and to the left.  Have I been looking at this all wrong?  Is The Lonely Way the stormy road I’ve experienced it to be?  Has my mind altered my circumstances or have circumstances altered my mind?

Depart from me, all you workers of evil
for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
~Psalm 6:8~

My husband is the voice of reason, the voice of truth, the voice of God given for me.  His words are firmly set in place as a protection over the weaker vessel.  I listen to him and know I needn’t know all the answers.

This I know–that God is for me.


“Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me?  Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.”
~Psalm 42:11~

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