The Lord Supported Me

When I said, “My foot is slipping,” your unfailing love, Lord, supported me. When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought me joy. — Psalm 94:18-19

God's love supports me just when I need it most.

When my foot starts to slip, He is right beside me to keep me from falling.

His love is unfailing.

When I start to get anxious, the Lord consoles me.

He brings me joy!

Your Consolation Brought Me Joy

When I said, “My foot is slipping,” your unfailing love, Lord, supported me. When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought me joy. — Psalm 94:18-19

The Lord supported me when I was unexpectedly hospitalized.

His unfailing love surrounded me.

When I felt my foot slipping, he held me up.

When anxiety should have been great within me, I was at peace.

God's consolation brought me joy.

His right hand held me and supported me.

God's Unfailing Love

When I said, “My foot is slipping,” your unfailing love, Lord, supported me. When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought me joy. — Psalm 94:18-19

God's unfailing love supports me no matter what comes my way.

When I am anxious, He consoles me.

His love brings me joy.

When my foot slips, He helps me up.

He supports me when I can't stand on my own.

When I was anxious, God's consolation brought me joy.

He calmed my fears and took away my anxious thoughts.

He loves me!

God Brought Me Joy

When I said, “My foot is slipping,” your unfailing love, Lord, supported me. When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought me joy. — Psalm 94:18-19

Any time I felt the least little bit of anxiety, God consoled me.

His love brought me joy.

When I was about to slip, the Lord held me up and supported me.

Last week I made blueberry muffins to say goodbye to my friend Jennifer, who is moving on to another bank.

She got the gluten free version.

The rest of us got muffins with lots of gluten, pictured. The muffins brought joy to my family as well as to my coworkers.

I forgot to put sugar on top of one batch.

Kirk said he prefers those, since the sugar falls off the other ones when he eats them and he ends up with sugar all over him.

Praise Our God

Praise our God, all peoples, let the sound of his praise be heard; he has preserved our lives and kept our feet from slipping. — Psalm 66:8-9

Let everything that breathes praise the Lord.

He has preserved my life.

He has prevented my feet from slipping.

And he has provided me with every good thing.

Today I go for my MUGA scan to make sure my heart is still okay after all of the chemo.

Lying still during each scan gives me a chance to sing silently to God.

To thank him for all he's done. 

Here's our church choir several years ago. I'm the last one on the right. This was when I still had hair.  Actually, I still have a light baby fuzz all over my head and I still have some eyebrows and lashes. 

What a surprise.

Praise our God.