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Aug 9

Good morning, Father.
Lord, you know that I have been feeling quite discouraged in my work lately. It seems like trash, worthless, useless. Not one person has bought an extended membership at PrintableSpanish.com, and I am starting to think that people don’t even want printables any longer. My H.E.R. website is dead in the water, can’t really even DO anything with it because of the residual code left somewhere completely hidden within the domain folder by the stupid theme I purchased six years ago thinking I NEEDED something professional — and it ended up biting me HARD in the butt, ruining the site for me (and hence for everyone!!). Now I am thinking about junking the site altogether, restarting it from scratch for the third time. It is frustrating. Ugly. I don’t even want to look at it. It pains me. Lord, I thank you for giving me a clear, simple goal of something to do next for the REST of my sites. At least it is a starting point. Father, I give my rumpled heart to you, with all its silliness and backwardsness and despair. Only you know what I am capable of, and what my limitations are. You see what I need to do, and how I need to do it. I trust you completely, faithful Shepherd. Lead on, and give me courage to follow. Amen.

 
Psalm 42:5-11 ERV

Why am I so sad? Why am I so upset? I tell myself, “Wait for God’s help! You will again be able to praise him, your God, the one who will save you.” In my sadness I say, “I will remember you from here on this small hill, where Mount Hermon and the Jordan River meet.” 
I hear the roar of the water coming from deep within the earth. It shouts to the water below as it tumbles down the waterfall. God, your waves come one after another, crashing all around and over me. 
By day the LORD shows his faithful love, and at night I have a song for him—a prayer for the God of my life. 
I say to God, my Rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I suffer this sadness that my enemies have brought me?” 
Their constant insults are killing me. They never stop asking, “Where is your God?” 
Why am I so sad? Why am I so upset? I tell myself, “Wait for God’s help! You will again be able to praise him, your God, the one who will save you.” 

 

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