It's been one of those weeks. I've felt like the woman in the Bible who had the issue of blood and said to herself - 'If I could just touch the hem of His garment...' Sometimes I feel so alone, like I'm enveloped by the darkest of clouds. At these times, I can't pray like I should. I tend to just close my eyes, cry, and plead in my heart for the Holy Spirit to petition on my behalf.

II Timothy 1:7 - For God has not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

Fear and anxiety can take such a stronghold in my life, at times. I know that ought not to be. But the burdens and cares of this life seem too much to bear. I get tired and weary. I shrug my shoulders, acknowledge my weakness and worthlessness apart from Him, and I reach out, with what little strength I can muster, for the hem of His garment. It's all I can do. These periods of sadness and fear don't usually last too long. He takes care of me. He always has.

This little lamb is an apt portrayal of what I must look like to God at times - lost, lonely, weak, defenseless, wandering away from the fold.

Savior, like a shepherd, lead us

Much we need Thy tender care

In Thy pleasant pastures feed us

For our use, Thy folds prepare

Blessed Jesus, Thou hast bought us

Thine we are.

Isaiah 43:1 - Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine.

Happy 4th of July weekend! I'm going to go for a walk. I will feel better soon.

God Bless,

Lorrie