I lift up my eyes to the hills—
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.
Our friend Stephanie's mom is sick.
Would you please say a prayer for Steph's mom and dad,
and for Steph.
I have felt the comfort that prayers can provide.
You have done this for me.
Now we pray for another dear one.
Last night it was raining in the front yard and the sun was shining brightly in the back yard.
It was very strange.
Life is just like that.
Encourage one another,