Lately the trials are coming at me fast and furious and I'd simply like to get through one before getting hit with another. Don't get me wrong, I am blessed in so many ways, of this I am very much aware and I am grateful, I truly am. It is just that every time I think I can finally relax and take a deep breath I get the wind knocked out of me again. I remember, as a kid, the inflatable punching bags that were weighted on the bottom and sat on the floor, when you punched them they just came right back up, well, that's sort of how I feel. As soon as I'm up I'm knocked down again, it is getting tiresome. God tells us, however, in Galatians 6:9 bfor at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. And so I am trying to be strong but this body of mine isn't cooperating. It seems that I'm sick a lot more lately and I can't afford to be sick, there are too many things to do.
Prayer is the answer, this I feel certain of, and yet I am so weary in mind, body and spirit that praying is difficult. Thank our God that the Holy Spirit intervenes at times like this or I would be without comfort. So I will place my faith and trust in God to see me through and that will be enough. I'm waiting for the storm clouds to roll away because I know the sun is shining on the other side.
Trust in me, even when you hurt and my grace will see you through
far beyond the stormy skies that overshadow you.
I’ll bring you to that sunny day that you have longed to see
when in your pain you call my name and place your faith in me.