My daughter is going to be playing that song in Mandan, ND, for the vigil for the two kids who were tragically killed last week.
“Bless the Lord, O my soul, O my soul, worship His holy name”
How can you say that with two kids, one 16, one 17, lying in coffins?
I wrote a post last night on X about where to turn in your bible when you lose somebody. When tragedy happens. people in the comments were talking about suicide and cancer, real raw desperate pain.
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It got me thinking about ignorance and knowledge; both are privileges and a curse in certain contexts. You really don’t feel that context until you're alone in a car on a remote hill somewhere or in a parking lot at 3 am with the window cracked.
People try to comfort with words, food, “All things work together”… etc.
Sometimes you just need Him and His Word. I am putting together a guide that addresses all of this and explains where to turn to your bible when life decides to kick your door in and steal the light from your life.
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"And said, Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither: the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord."—Job 1:21
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