Cry

yard sale

Susanna kept the coins from her yard sale in a pie tin. She couldn’t count the coins, or her blessings.

“Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come unto thee.

Hide not thy face from me in the day when I am in trouble; incline thine ear unto me: in the day when I call answer me speedily.

My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping.”
Psalm 102:1-2, 4, 9 KJV

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