Provisions
Hello again,
Sometimes life flies too fast to be wrestled down into the earth of words and sentences. And then it's best to let it fly by and breath and laugh and save the writing it down for later.
Last Tuesday, the day I wrote that last post on loneliness, I almost couldn't fight the despair any longer. I had never fought it that hard before, and after I wrote that post, I all but gave in to it. It was breathing down my back and I couldn't run any farther. I thought letting it have its way was all I had left to do and that joy was not worth the fight.
But God.
Oh praise be the Lord who is ever so faithful to my fainting heart. When I couldn't go on any farther myself, he rescued me, lifted me up, and carried me far away. When I couldn't fight anymore, He took up the fight and saved me from the sadness that is not of Him and gave me back the joy.
I got on facebook that night (not a good way to fight depression by the way) and I had a message from a friend. She told me she was here. Working 20 minutes away. Right here where I was hurting and lonely and tired. And I saw her the next day - at a prayer meeting.
Oh sweet revival. May it rain down on this world as it did on my heart.
Those girls don't know it, but their words were like breath being forced into shriveling lungs. In and out. In and out. They didn't know it, but they were breathing for me that night. Breathing the breaths I could not breath for myself. Their praises to our Father wakened me from dying sleep.
They poured prayers like water over me and I felt all the dust washed off. Their hearts and words to the Father - those were flowing streams in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
I drank of it and was made well.
And found myself again ready for the journey.
Sometimes life flies too fast to be wrestled down into the earth of words and sentences. And then it's best to let it fly by and breath and laugh and save the writing it down for later.
Last Tuesday, the day I wrote that last post on loneliness, I almost couldn't fight the despair any longer. I had never fought it that hard before, and after I wrote that post, I all but gave in to it. It was breathing down my back and I couldn't run any farther. I thought letting it have its way was all I had left to do and that joy was not worth the fight.
But God.
Oh praise be the Lord who is ever so faithful to my fainting heart. When I couldn't go on any farther myself, he rescued me, lifted me up, and carried me far away. When I couldn't fight anymore, He took up the fight and saved me from the sadness that is not of Him and gave me back the joy.
I got on facebook that night (not a good way to fight depression by the way) and I had a message from a friend. She told me she was here. Working 20 minutes away. Right here where I was hurting and lonely and tired. And I saw her the next day - at a prayer meeting.
Oh sweet revival. May it rain down on this world as it did on my heart.
Those girls don't know it, but their words were like breath being forced into shriveling lungs. In and out. In and out. They didn't know it, but they were breathing for me that night. Breathing the breaths I could not breath for myself. Their praises to our Father wakened me from dying sleep.
They poured prayers like water over me and I felt all the dust washed off. Their hearts and words to the Father - those were flowing streams in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
I drank of it and was made well.
And found myself again ready for the journey.
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