Libby home with the Lord now

Early this morning Libby went home to be with the Lord.  As in life, she was tenacious in her passing.  It was peaceful, but she fought to stay with us as long as she could.  We already miss her terribly, but are so glad that the suffering is done and that she will never have to cry again, for feel terrible pain.  For the last day U2’s “40” has been running through my head… though the phrase “how long” which isn’t from Psalm 40 is what I was fixated on.  This morning I read the full Psalm which both comforted me and intensified my grief.


Psalm 40

I waited patiently for the LORD; 
he turned to me and heard my cry. 
He lifted me out of the slimy pit, 
out of the mud and mire; 
he set my feet on a rock 
and gave me a firm place to stand. 
He put a new song in my mouth, 
a hymn of praise to our God. 
Many will see and fear the LORD 
and put their trust in him.

Blessed is the one 
who trusts in the LORD, 
who does not look to the proud, 
to those who turn aside to false gods. 
Many, LORD my God, 
are the wonders you have done, 
the things you planned for us. 
None can compare with you; 
were I to speak and tell of your deeds, 
they would be too many to declare.

Sacrifice and offering you did not desire— 
but my ears you have opened— 
burnt offerings and sin offerings you did not require. 
Then I said, “Here I am, I have come— 
it is written about me in the scroll. 
I desire to do your will, my God; 
your law is within my heart.”

proclaim your saving acts in the great assembly; 
I do not seal my lips, LORD, as you know. 
I do not hide your righteousness in my heart; 
I speak of your faithfulness and your saving help. 
I do not conceal your love and your faithfulness 
from the great assembly.

o not withhold your mercy from me, LORD; 
may your love and faithfulness always protect me. 
For troubles without number surround me; 
my sins have overtaken me, and I cannot see. 
They are more than the hairs of my head, 
and my heart fails within me. 
Be pleased to save me, LORD; 
come quickly, LORD, to help me.

May all who want to take my life 
be put to shame and confusion; 
may all who desire my ruin 
be turned back in disgrace. 
May those who say to me, “Aha! Aha!” 
be appalled at their own shame. 
But may all who seek you 
rejoice and be glad in you; 
may those who long for your saving help always say, 
“The LORD is great!”

But as for me, I am poor and needy; 
may the Lord think of me. 
You are my help and my deliverer; 
you are my God, do not delay.

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