When You Think There is Strength
Monday, 20. August 2007, 14:50:48
I was looking through some past personal writings and came across this written almost 2 years ago. It was a particularly difficult time (not unlike now..LOL..), but God needs to get our attention toward Him and the availability of redemption - big or small - by the suffering of Jesus Christ.
God is not mean or stingy toward His children (see Luke 15:31-32 and Luke 18:1-8).
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When you think there is strength;
when you believe you can hold it together,
You get in your room where it’s all alone.
Just you and the Father.
You close the door and get on your knees.
You look back at your life and recount what seems like a never-ending stream of failures
- but there have been shining moments where the Father has come through.
You add it all up.
And begin to cry,
and cry,
and cry.
“I’m sorry, so sorry for trying to do Your will my way.
At least, what I believed to be Your will.”
And cry,
and cry,
and cry.
“I’m so sorry....(sob).”
But it needs to come out. It needs to be said.
The pain needs to be freed from the bondage of my holding it together.
Hurled at the Man who took our infirmities and carried our sorrows.
Carried our sorrows....
Carries....
And strength returns...the load is lighter.
He carries what we cannot. Willingly.
Because He can take it.
Though Mara considered herself afflicted, Naomi’s life was renewed.
God is not mean or stingy toward His children (see Luke 15:31-32 and Luke 18:1-8).
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When you think there is strength;
when you believe you can hold it together,
You get in your room where it’s all alone.
Just you and the Father.
You close the door and get on your knees.
You look back at your life and recount what seems like a never-ending stream of failures
- but there have been shining moments where the Father has come through.
You add it all up.
And begin to cry,
and cry,
and cry.
“I’m sorry, so sorry for trying to do Your will my way.
At least, what I believed to be Your will.”
And cry,
and cry,
and cry.
“I’m so sorry....(sob).”
But it needs to come out. It needs to be said.
The pain needs to be freed from the bondage of my holding it together.
Hurled at the Man who took our infirmities and carried our sorrows.
Carried our sorrows....
Carries....
And strength returns...the load is lighter.
He carries what we cannot. Willingly.
Because He can take it.
Though Mara considered herself afflicted, Naomi’s life was renewed.
WIDGETIZE