Psalm 143:8 God guides us so we never walk alone!

 Psalm 90:14

Oh, satisfy us early with Your mercy,

That we may rejoice and be glad all our days!

In You alone God I place my trust. In You alone! Your mercies are new each and every morning. Carla

Psalm 143:8 

Cause me to hear Your lovingkindness in the morning,

For in You do I trust;

Cause me to know the way in which I should walk,

For I lift up my soul to You. NKJV)

Psalm 143:8

In the morning let me hear of your mercy,

for in you I trust.

Show me the path I should walk,

for I entrust my life to you. New American (Catholic) Bible

Without a renewed sense of God’s presence, described by the words, Your face, David believes that he is as good as dead. Often in the psalms there is an expectation that an answer from God might come with the morning light (5:3; 30:5; 130:6). The NKJV Study Bible

Cause me to hear your loyal love in the morning. God will have to preserve the psalmist through the night in order for the psalmist’s request to be fulfilled. Faithlife Study Bible

Psalm 25:1–2

To You, O LORD, I lift up my soul. 

O my God, I trust in You;

Let me not be ashamed;

Let not my enemies triumph over me.

Psalm 27:11

Teach me Your way, O LORD,

And lead me in a smooth path, because of my enemies.

Psalm32:8

I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go;

I will guide you with My eye.

Psalm 86:4

Rejoice the soul of Your servant,

For to You, O Lord, I lift up my soul.

We are like crayons. I may not be your favorite color, and you may not favor the hues of others. But one day, we'll find that we need each other to complete the masterpiece. For it is in the blending of differences and distinctiveness that the most beautiful pictures are painted. And together, we create a story far greater than any single color could tell.
And I smiled big when I received this email from SM reader, Cindy, “And, remember broken crayons still color.”
Yes, and Amen.
Over the years in Sabbath Moment, we’ve talked about brokenness. And woundedness. And in both cases, how we too easily forget that neither brokenness nor woundedness diminishes our capacity to live whole-hearted. Or to spill light, and magnify color in a world where every small gift of kindness and encouragement and compassion makes this a better world.
Real life—real world trauma—can take a palpable toll. Recently we talked about feeling quanked (emotionally fatigued). That is real. But the fatigue is exacerbated when we believe that brokenness (or woundedness) is a weakness. Or a limitation and inadequacy, affecting our capacity to choose.
Let’s just say that it is no surprise when we prefer to shut down.

When society feels cruel, it is easy to be hurt or led astray. To remain tender after loss or tragedy or betrayal, is to choose life when renunciation beckons.
So. Let us choose to stay connected to our heart.
And let us embrace the truth that being fully seen, even at the risk of pain, is the only way to truly live.
Messiness, chaos, heartbreak, and vulnerability are not obstacles, they are the ingredients—transformed by hope—that gratefully become the “Crayola color” of human existence.
Let us not forget: Choosing to live from a soft heart in a cruel world is courageous.
Choosing softness is choosing hope, over cynicism.
Choosing connection, over isolation.
Choosing being fully alive, over merely surviving. Sabbath Moments