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Fran Lafferty

Fran Lafferty

I shall yet learn, and grow beyond the immaturity of adulthood. I shall again laugh, and learn the wisdom of a child.

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Aug 4

Good morning, Father.
Thank you for helping me make it through that torturous day yesterday. I really wasn’t sure I’d make it. Thank you for giving me good friends to talk to, and thank you for bringing my Mate home safely last night. Please heal us both, Lord. Everything still hurts. I have put my heart and soul, and most of my time and energy, into creating the new ONE site, so that I can keep up with the changing technology and meet the newest security standards, and yet still be faithful to all the educators all over the world who have come to count on my printables. I desire to keep going, keep building, and keep making NEW interactives for them, as printing grows more obsolete. Father, you see all the aches in my heart, all my needs that are hanging on the edge of being TOO LATE. You know how close I am to giving up. I ask you to give me whatever it is to make it through this day, and tomorrow, and the tomorrows after that. I ask you to heal the rift between my Mate and myself and regrow the trust between us. Help our friends to show him mercy and acceptance, as they have in the past. My Mate normally shows so much mercy and Love to people he barely even knows. Please honor that and keep him close to you while he walks through this difficult time. Please help us both to keep our words kind. It FEELS like more of his comments will push me over the edge I stand on, but I KNOW you can hold me safe, Lord. Heal us, grow us, protect us, and provide for us. I KNOW you will. You have never, ever let me down — and I am remembering that, even during this time that it feels pretty close to being broken. I still trust you completely, Lord Jesus, Father God, Holy Spirit that breaths in me. I need you. Amen.

Psalm 42 ERV

To the director: A maskil from the Korah family. Like a deer drinking from a stream, I reach out to you, my God. 
My soul thirsts for the living God. When can I go to meet with him? 
Instead of food, I have only tears day and night, as my enemies laugh at me and say, “Where is your God?” 

My heart breaks as I remember the pleasant times in the past, when I walked with the crowds as I led them up to God’s Temple. I remember the happy songs of praise as they celebrated the festival. 
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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