Today is a struggle, Lord.

I confess that the aches and 
pains of life are taking a toll 
on my heart.
I feel the fingers of futility 
clutching at my soul, 
and I am too tired to fight.

But God (I love those two words), 
You are not too tired. 
You do not slumber or sleep, 
and You are an ever present help 
in trouble.

I’m not sure I can run to You, 
but I am limping toward Your love 
to bury myself in Your bosom.

Hide me, Rock of Ages.

Hide me from desperation 
and darkness.
Draw me into the light of 
Your glory.

You are stronger –
stronger than physical pain;
stronger than hopelessness;
stronger than fear;
stronger than the enemies 
of my soul.

Carry me today, Lord.
Please carry me.

I claim the Light of Your Presence 
and immeasurable grace of the cross.
I claim the power of 
Your Resurrection.
I claim You, Father,
and I go in the strength
of Who You are.
Because of Jesus,
Amen!

Psalm 121:2 My help comes from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. 3 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: He that keepeth thee will not slumber.
 
Proverbs 18:10 The name of the Lord is a strong tower: the righteous run into it, and is safe.

Deuteronomy 3:22 You shall not fear them: for the Lord your God He shall fight for you.

Photo – Facing the Waves, Beth Mims