With my voice I cry to the LORD; with my voice I make supplication to the LORD.
I pour out my complaint before him; I tell my trouble before him.
When my spirit is faint, you know my way. In the path where I walk they have hidden a trap for me.
Look on my right hand and see-- there is no one who takes notice of me; no refuge remains to me;
no one cares for me.
I cry to you, O LORD; I say, "You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.
Give heed to my cry, for I am brought very low. Save me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.
Bring me out of prison, so that I may give thanks to your name.
the righteous will surround me, for you will deal bountifully with me."
Psalm 142:1-7
Won't you write to them today.
Tell them that you love them, and that God loves them more.
Be the light in a dark place.
Be the hope in a place of despair.
Be the hands and feet of God today.