PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

A Cry from an Impoverished Heart I pray the Psalms because they know me. They speak when I cannot. They give words to fear and hope, to anger and trust, to longing and praise. Sometimes they lift me. Sometimes they steady me. Sometimes they cut. And yet there are days when I finish praying and feel as though none of it is true. The Psalm says You defend me. It says You scatter my enemies. It says You are my refuge and my strength. But I look at my life and I do not see defens