Up And Downs Of Life Under Pressure.

Here I sit. Waiting. Waiting yet again to hear about a job. Again Granny has already told others that I have already gotten it. The first time I carried the hope that it was true. This time I just sit waiting. With no hope or expectation, with no sense of dread or fear, I wait.

This last month has held the same mountain and the same valley, which I continually climb from top to bottom. My emotions, following the evidences before me, soar and drop all the same.

My mind is steadfast on my Lord, waiting for His guiding word. The moment I look at my circumstances my heart sinks, like Peter sinking in the sea after being bid out of the boat in the storm. Then, like Peter, I call out. My Lord pulls me back to Him, and asks me "Why do you doubt, oh, ye of little faith? Have I not loved you and cared for you since the beginning? Why doubt me now?" And I smile. And I sing.

"The Lord is good. Tell it wherever you go! The Lord is good. Tell it that others may know! Tell of His blessings and tell of His love, tell how He's coming from heaven above; The Lord is good, tell it wherever you go!"