I waited patiently for the Lord; And He inclined to me,
And heard my cry. He also brought me up
out of a horrible pit, Out of the miry clay,
And set my feet upon a rock, And established my steps.
He has put a hew song in my mouth
Praise to our God; Many will see it and fear,
And will trust in the Lord.
Blessed is that man who makes the Lord his trust,
And does not respect the proud,
nor such as turn aside to lies.
Many, O Lord my God, are Your wonderful works
Which You have done; And Your thoughts toward us
Cannot be recounted to You in order;
If i would declare and speak of them,
They are more than can be numbered.
Psalm 40: 1-5
God has set my feet on firm ground so many time, I have a habit of stumbling even falling. God picks me up each time and brushes me off just like a loving Father would. I do not take this for granted and run into places that I should not be knowing that He will protect me. I walk with purpose in His will, for I love my Father and desire to make Him have Him say one day “Well done good and faithful child.”