I usually feel the Lord carry me through when writing each morning, but this morning, for some reason, I felt exhausted, and without direction, so I prayed for help. Forgive me for complaining. The intensity of everything going on in our family's life is more overwhelming than I expected. I know that I’m spoiled; Richard and I had everything under control with few complications, but now, we face challenges with something new every day. The enemy is hot on our heals in pursuit and is trying to shred us to bits, and if I didn’t know that we were under the direct protection of God himself, I would probably crumble. Now that I got that off my chest, I will buckle down, take each day minute by minute and rely upon the Lord’s direction and comfort to get me through.
I feel like David and his writing; he would start with immense pain and would end by resolving that the Lord was his strength and shield. I may not be a David, but I have this in common with him; neither is perfect, but we both rely on the Lord to get us through challenging situations.
The LORD is my strength and my shield; in him my heart trusts, and I am helped; my heart exults, and with my song I give thanks to him. Psalms 28:7