How good it is to sing praises to our God,
how pleasant and fitting to praise him!
The LORD builds up Jerusalem;
he gathers the exiles of Israel.
He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.
He determines the number of the stars
and calls them each by name.
Great is our Lord and mighty in power;
his understanding has no limit.
The LORD sustains the humble
but casts the wicked to the ground.
Sing to the LORD with grateful praise;
make music to our God on the harp.
He covers the sky with clouds;
he supplies the earth with rain
and makes grass grow on the hills.
He provides food for the cattle
and for the young ravens when they call.
His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse,
nor his delight in the legs of the warrior;
the LORD delights in those who fear him,
who put their hope in his unfailing love.
This passage is pretty fitting today.
One of my close friends just found out her little brother has leukemia.
My great-uncle's heart is only functioning at 10% and there's no procedure to correct it.
A friend of mine just recently lost her baby when she was 17 weeks along.
brokenness. pain. humility.
But I'm so thankful that He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds today.
Resting in His goodness and praying Psalm 147 over some family and friends today!