I tend to write about the season of life I’m in. Today is no different. This week, I’ve reached the pit of despair. I have been beyond grateful that I have been surrounded by Christian friends who have lifted myself and my family up in prayer…who have made dinner or fed my pups (you rock, Emily). I have always trusted in God to see me through, but this week has truly been the toughest week of my life. And while I’ve had to put my faith in God, it’s been something I’ve literally been forced into doing. Nothing I can do can create the outcome I desire. It is solely in the hands of the Father.
As I’ve struggled these last few days, I’ve thought about what I can do to help me remember to lift my eyes to Him. I’ve poured Christian music into my car, my house, my headphones at work. I’m listening to anything that reminds me that He is the Waymaker (Thanks, Kim, for that song) and whatever glorifies the Creator of my family. I’ve been praying nonstop…I have taken the verse, “Pray without ceasing,” and have put it into action. I have dozens of prayer warriors interceding on my behalf, praying at different times throughout the day. I’ve stayed in my Bible, reading anything in there. It doesn’t matter to me what passage I’m reading. I just want to be reading God’s Word because it a Living Book. And I read it out loud. There is no room for satan and his attacks on my family.
Tonight, I read a passage of scripture that felt like the Holy Spirit was speaking directly to me…
“Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord and whose trust is the Lord. For he will be like a tree planted by the water, that extends its roots by a stream and will not fear when the heat comes; but its leaves will be green and it will not be anxious in a year of drought nor cease to yield fruit.” –Jeremiah 17:7-8
Because I trust in the Lord, because I have no choice but to trust in the Lord, as the heat of despair comes at me full force, I’m still being nourished. In this moment of drought, God still sustains me. Praise Him for His everlasting grace and faithfulness to a woman who doesn’t deserve it.
I encourage you, dear friends, those who are in this season of despair, to be comforted by the words of God. I pray that you know that you are not fighting alone.
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