They wandered lost in the wilderness, alone and out of the way; they found no city to dwell in.
Hungry and thirsty, their soul fainted in them.
Then they cried unto the LORD in their trouble, and he delivered them out of their distresses.
Well, it’s been a while, but I’m still here. I wish I could say my path has been straight, and that my soul hasn’t fainted, but that would be a lie. Crushed, like myrrh, but without the sweet fragrance would be closer to right. I have wandered, but I am not lost. I know where my salvation lies; on a blood stained cross on Calvary’s hill. Daily I pray that my Father will guide me and once again make my path straight, and I know he will. For the time being “uneasy lies the head that wears the crown”, and this too shall pass.
God is good.