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Feb 5

Hello, Father.
Thank you for humbling me, showing me plainly that I am completely dependent upon you for everything. My contact lens experiment completely failed, and it has joined the ranks of what seems like everything else in my life that is just barely tolerable, without any real chance to improve it. I just have to limp along through life, moment to moment, surviving and doing the best I can. I suppose that is all any of us can do, anyways. I do miss being able to see clearly, and not have headaches. I miss having heat and I miss having a car. I miss having someone else who makes some money and who can bring things into the household — food, other necessities. I give it all to you, Lord God. Help me to let it GO! This weight will crush me, if I do not. Please cover my blurry vision and protect me, Shepherd. I have no hope but you. Amen.

 
Deuteronomy 34:1-7 ERV

Moses climbed Mount Nebo. Moses went from the Jordan Valley in Moab to the top of Mount Pisgah. This was across the Jordan River from Jericho. The LORD showed Moses all the land from Gilead to Dan. 
He showed him all the land of Naphtali, Ephraim, and Manasseh. He showed him all the land of Judah as far as the Mediterranean Sea. 
He showed Moses the Negev and the valley that goes from Zoar to Jericho, the city of palm trees. 
The LORD said to Moses, “This is the land I promised to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. I said to them, ‘I will give this land to your descendants. I have let you see the land, but you cannot go there.'” 
Then Moses, the LORD’S servant, died there in the land of Moab. The LORD had told Moses this would happen. 
He buried Moses in Moab. This was in the valley across from Beth Peor. But even today, no one knows exactly where Moses’ grave is. 
Moses was 120 years old when he died. He was as strong as ever, and his eyes were still good. 

 
Lord, you see inside my heart, and you know all that is there. When I read that last verse, I cried. I am still crying. I just don’t know of what use to you or anyone else I can be, when my eyes are so bad, with no hope of making them any better. I hurt, Lord. Please help me to see and to recognize — and to APPRECIATE all forms of help and hope and comfort that you provide for me, Lord, so I can make it. I put myself in your faithful, loving hands, Shepherd. Heal me, make me yours. Amen.

 

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