Lord, I’m tired. This is so exhausting. As I stand beside the honorable brave, I watch their humble efforts, trying to emulate their deeds & be more like them, & less like me. But I am a wounded warrior from a futile fight, a fallen soldier in the dark! I don’t know how much more weight, these shoulders can possibly bear, or muster up the strength. How can I gather the composure to battle the arrows that fly by day, when the aimless darts steal my restless sleep at night? I know I am only one amongst many, who feel this crippling weakness. This huge forbearance is an honest compulsion to want to be strong, but so quickly I become weak. I’m seeking refuge from this ruthless savage war. It took the helpless, our precious own; yet left so many to battle & wander on their own. Hear our prayer oh Lord! We need Your strength to endure the tempting trials, that befall the race ahead & cause this wavering doubt. Take this mustard seed of faith, though small it be, we ask for more. More faith to move forward, more strength to grow broader, more hope to believe that we are not alone! Help us know that You shall guide our crooked weary path. Heal our broken shattered hearts, to feel Your unfailing, everlasting love! Lord, please hold onto me, don’t ever let me go; as I cling tightly to just a thread of hope. With You I know I’m strong, not weak. Open my eyes to see less of me & more of You, Jesus.
