Hear my cry, oh God; listen to my prayer. From the end of the earth I call to You, when my heart is faint. Psalm 61:1-2a

Did she cry out to God? All I heard from her broken body was deep, throaty moan that tore beyond my conciousness to my deepest soul. She was face down on the cement, her broken wrist bloodless and bent unnaturally. Within that wrist, the white bone glistened in the late morning. I was sickened, traumatized. Even as I moved away knowing that I could do nothing for her beyond telling people not to move her shattered head, I could still hear the moans, deep and penetrating, echoing in the cavern of my shock. Her still, shattered body was etched into my private mind's eye, relegated to a closet where nightmares arise.
Perhaps the greatest horror is that she is me, was me, could be me. Me, without hope, me without a voice to whisper my pain. Me, without knowledge that God hears me.

WOW Blyth,
You can write like this??? How Penetrating! Tithe your writing for us!
HE IS FAITHFUL AND WILL DO IT,
ROSE

Your Love for your Wife should be like the Rock of Gibraltar. Though waves beat against it constantly, it can Never be moved.
R.S.



RUTH
16And Ruth said, Urge me not to leave you or to turn back from following you; for where you go I will go, and where you lodge I will lodge. [1] Your people shall be my people and your God my God.
17Where you die I will die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if anything but death parts me from you.

SONG OF SOLOMON 8
6Set me like a Seal upon your Heart, like a Seal upon your arm; for Love is as strong as death, jealousy is as hard and cruel as Sheol (the place of the dead). Its flashes are flashes of fire, a most Vehement Flame [the very Flame of the Lord]!(3)
7Many waters cannot quench Love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would offer all the goods of his house for Love, he would be utterly scorned and despised.



ROSE