I came, at last,
to the end of my path. I had not
experienced shame for a long time.
Tonight, I was ashamed of myself for what I had done. In my misery, I cried out, “Dear God, if
there is a God, in heaven, if there is a heaven, help me.” God heard that prayer of desperation, and
blessed it. He brought me onto a new
path, His path.
“Blessed [is the] man who follows not [the] wishes of [the] wicked. In [the] path of sinners, he stands not. On the seat of [the] pestilent, he sits not. But, his will [is] in the law of [the]
Lord. On His law, he meditates day and
night. He is as the tree, having been
planted beside the path of waters, who gives his fruit in his time. His leaf [is] not cast away. Whatever he shall do follows the good path.
“Not so, the wicked, not so: but [are] like the dust, which the wind casts
out from the face of the earth. Through
this, [the] wicked arise not in [the] judgment, nor sinners in [the] wishes of
[the] righteous. Because [the] Lord
knows, [the] path of [the] righteous.
[The] path of [the] wicked perishes.”[i]
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