Psalm 28:1
Unto You do I cry, O Lord; my rock, be not deaf and silent to me; lest, if You be silent to me, I become like those going down to the pit.

This card is for me, not you, this morning, Annie. Since I can’t seem to get beyond myself, you’re going to have to hear me write to myself. All I can do this morning is cry. But I’m not crying to God, I’m wallowing in my situation. I’m just crying. I know — I KNOW — that help comes (from either calming the storm or calming the girl in the storm!) [to you readers: Annie has a hand-written quote above her sink that says something like that] when I cry to the Lord. It feels like something in me has to break (a very camouflaged pride? self-pity?) before I’ll come to the only One who can help me. Sigh.