Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms.
Right now, I'm not even sure I can stand up straight. I'm hunchback and hurting. I'm grasping at His arms. I think about the photo and poem, Footprints. I am sure there is only one set, but they seem stationary.
If you notice though, these are all feelings. I acknowledge feelings aren't truth and I yearn for truth. For I know it will set me free from fear and anxiety.
Every morning, I hit my knees and cry. I have my trusty Kleenex. My hands are outstretched towards heaven. I'm pleading for the faith to believe. I know my Lord hears me. I beg for the Holy Spirit to move. I am confident when I rise that He is orchestrating the plans He knows are best for me.
I find rest in this. I crave joy. I rearrange my thoughts. I fight.
Against my enemy, satan.
Against my flesh.
Against my thoughts.
Against my fears.
David, the Psalmist, knew all of this too. So many of the Psalms repeat this message over and over again. And he ALWAYS goes back to remembering Truth.
My God is able.
As you read this my prayer is that whatever you are going through, you will find this place. This place of courage to remember. To not get sucked into your feelings. This will lead you only to depression and sinking sand.
Preserve me, O God, for in you I take refuge.
I say to the Lord, “You are my Lord;
I have no good apart from you.”
As for the saints in the land, they are the excellent ones,
in whom is all my delight.
The sorrows of those who run after another god shall multiply;
their drink offerings of blood I will not pour out
or take their names on my lips.
The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;
you hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
I bless the Lord who gives me counsel;
in the night also my heart instructs me.
I have set the Lord always before me;
because he is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken.
Therefore my heart is glad, and my whole being rejoices;
my flesh also dwells secure.
For you will not abandon my soul to Sheol,
or let your holy one see corruption.
You make known to me the path of life;
in your presence there is fullness of joy;
at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.