Where does my help come from...


Thinking about my three precious children and not getting to hold them for 18 days makes my heart feel sad...  I look at these little backs and think... I love these children with my whole heart.  I would do anything for them.  I know they are safe in God's arms and their earthly papa's arms when I will be gone.  They will be in the safest place...



Psalm 121

A song of ascents.

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
    where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
    the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip—
    he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
    will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord watches over you—
    the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
    nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm 
    he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
    both now and forevermore.



Comments

  1. As you write I can feel what you are feeling! My prayers are with you every day and I love your love for Him, His people and Africa!!!! God bless you, Holger and your children.

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