I am very, very scared of the future. I wish you could rescue me, but of course, you can’t. You care, though, and perhaps that is enough.
I read in the Psalms yesterday that God surrounds me with cries of deliverance. Do you think that could be true?
Maybe my friends can be the cries that surround me? Will you cry for me, friend?
Someday I hope to bless you as you have blessed me.
I love you,