Wednesday, April 9th

Psalm 77:2 When I was in distress, I sought the Lord; at night I stretched out untiring hands, and I would not be comforted.

The death of my husband and widowhood...

Why does my soul refuse to be comforted, Lord? Help me to remember your ways, that I am your child, and that you are the lover of my soul. When I cannot sleep and my troubled thoughts and tears overwhelm me, please intervene. There is nowhere else to go for me than to you, Jesus. Forgive my unbelief and strengthen my hope and faith in you, The God of All Comfort. Amen.

-Submitted by Margaret Radcliffe