Today, I nearly slipped into the pit. I caught myself, but for one terrifying moment, I teetered on the edge, the chasm widening before me - not the eager darkness of despair, but the empty gray of vague, though heavy, sorrow. I stepped back, shaking from the close call and from its surprising nearness.
"He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure.
"As for you, O Lord, you will not restrain your mercy from me; your steadfast love and your faithfulness will ever preserve me!"
Psalm 40:2, 11
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