Feel

Samson said to the servant who held his hand, “Lead me where I can feel the pillars supporting the temple, so I can lean against them.”

And whenever the spirit from God came upon Saul, David would pick up his harp and play. Then Saul would find relief and feel better, and the spirit of distress would depart from him.

Before your pots can feel the burning thorns—whether green or dry—He will sweep them away.

…they have hands, but cannot feel; they have feet, but cannot walk; they cannot even clear their throats.

“They struck me, but I feel no pain! They beat me, but I did not know it! When can I wake up to search for another drink?”

Like the blind, we feel our way along the wall, groping like those without eyes. We stumble at midday as in the twilight; among the vigorous we are like the dead.

It is right for me to feel this way about all of you, since I have you in my heart. For in my chains and in my defense and confirmation of the gospel, you are all partners in grace with me.