Remember your word to your servant,
because you have given me hope.
This is my comfort in my trouble,
that your promise gives me life.
The proud have derided me cruelly,
but I have not turned from your law.
When I remember
your judgments of old,
O Lord, I take great comfort.
I am filled with a burning rage,
because of the wicked
who forsake your law.
Your statutes have been
like songs to me
wherever I have lived as a stranger.
I remember your Name in the night,
O Lord, and dwell upon your law.
This is how it has been with me,
because I have kept your commandments. Psalm 119:49-56
Dear Auntie,
We are on our way, but not without some terrible challenges. I guess I expected that the cover of darkness would allow us free passage, yet it did not. We were on the outskirts of our village, walking as fast as we could to Cousin Rachel's home, when we heard shouts and were pelted with rocks! We ran as fast as we could and hid ourselves in a group of low bushes. They came looking for us but could not find us, although I thought they would hear us, since I was breathing so heavily. We waited a long time until they were long gone. It was my "friend" Sarah's brother and his pals. Really nice guys once. Now they think they have a right to torture us without a trial or anything. We have become the enemy of the people! We slowly crept out of the bushes and limped our way to Rachel's.
When we got to Rachel's house, she screamed when she opened the door. We did not realize we were covered in bloody scratches and deep cuts and bruises from the barrage of rocks. She calmed and immediately went to work on us, putting us on low beds and cleaning up all of our wounds. Rachel is a wise woman, so she was especially worried about me and the baby. Fortunately, she didn't do a full exam in front of Joseph, but she listened to my belly and felt for broken ribs and the like. Once she decided we were both okay, she had us sit up and have some soup and tea. We went to bed soon after, so exhausted, I had almost fallen asleep in my soup. This morning, after seeing our bruised and battered faces, she has insisted that we stay another night. She is very worried about us and prayed over us. Later, she sang psalms with us, and we recited more prayers together. I feel comfortable in her presence, yet we have such a long road ahead of us. Please pray we get underway and make up some time!
love,
Mary
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