Before my current several years of “hardship”, I don’t think I would of understood, appreciated and had the empathy for the poor. I was that person that acted like they did not exist, they were poor by choice – but regardless, I was not considerate. I am blessed for what I have witnessed and learned about God’s children. Because of the “hardship” , it seems that my friends are whispering behind my back – those closest to me in blood are embarrassed rather than embracing. Through all this, I ask my Lord, my God, to Be Gracious to Me!
Psalm 41:1 (ESV)
1 Blessed is the one who considers the poor!
In the day of trouble the Lord delivers him;
Psalm 41:title (ESV)
Psalm 41:4 (ESV)
4 As for me, I said, “O Lord, be gracious to me;
heal me, for I have sinned against you!”
Psalm 41:7 (ESV)
7 All who hate me whisper together about me;
they imagine the worst for me.
Psalm 41:9-11 (ESV)
9 Even my close friend in whom I trusted,
who ate my bread, has lifted his heel against me.
10 But you, O Lord, be gracious to me,
and raise me up, that I may repay them!
11 By this I know that you delight in me:
my enemy will not shout in triumph over me.