Recent circumstances have raised a major issue for me: I may be autistic. My doctor has referred me for an assessment, which I hope to arrange very soon. This possibility is making me think about my life in a completely new way, and I’m finding the uncertainty disturbing, and very difficult to live with. All these things are reflected in today’s blog.
We have become old, dry bones – all hope is gone (Ezekiel 37:11; NLT).
Lord, I’m just a bag of bones,
A stranger to myself;
This life is far too hard –
I can’t be helped.
Lord, I’m just the odd one out,
With nowhere to belong,
For life is very hard –
I’m made all wrong!
Lord, I’m just unloveable;
A failure – take my soul!
My life is much too hard
To be made whole.
Yet you made me as I am,
And know me through and through;
Though life is hard, I trust
You’ll make me new.
He will renew your life and sustain you in your old age (Ruth 4:15; NIV).
Those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint (Isaiah 40:31; NIV).
Dear Ruth K
In your very weaknesses you’ve given so much to other with your holy words of love and wisdom. Shared with us straight from heaven.
With my love, thankfulnes and my prayers for a dearly respected and loved sister.
Rev Ruth M
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Oh, thank you so much for writing, Ruth, and for all your encouragement and kind words. This is a very strange time in my life, with lots of unknowns. You might smile to know that only a few minutes ago I prayed for you and your beloved husband.
With love from Ruth xxx