McDonald’s in Greenville

I’m up before dawn this morning, driven by either God or anxiety (or both) to prayer. Coming to this little McDonald’s in Greenville brings back so many memories, quite a few of which are now painful.  But I’m thinking about how many good people, including my grandfather, have sat in these chairs, sipped coffee, shared life, and prayed.  I’m thankful to pray today on such “holy ground.”

Psalm 6
LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger or discipline me in your wrath.
Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am faint;
heal me, LORD, for my bones are in agony.
My soul is in deep anguish.
How long, LORD, how long?

Turn, LORD, and deliver me; save me because of your unfailing love.
Among the dead no one proclaims your name.
Who praises you from the grave?
I am worn out from my groaning.
All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.
My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes.

Away from me, all you who do evil, for the LORD has heard my weeping.
The LORD has heard my cry for mercy;
the LORD accepts my prayer.
All my enemies will be overwhelmed with shame and anguish;
they will turn back and suddenly be put to shame.