"The Lord will send His faithful love by day; His song will be with me at night, a prayer to the God of my life." Psalm 42:8
All hope might be written off in the frustration of depleted physical conditions and incapable mental responses, but I know there’s something more. I personally know the depths of the deadness of the flesh, yet also the miraculous reality of being incredibly alive in the Spirit. For when I cannot access my mind and I’m completely far off, He reaches me through my Spirit that lives within.
My very being is shaking and on the rocks. I feel that I’m losing all – but I’m reminded now that I am built on The Rock. The storm is happening and I’m falling, but I won’t be destroyed. Because I’ve got Him as my God, despite what I believe about myself, I do [still] know Him.
You are restoring to me the joy of your salvation. My heart and flesh have failed me, but You, Lord, are the strength of my heart. Please, quickly, hold my hand because I’m falling. Don’t let me fall into the place I dread. Pull me out so that I might feel and truly know with my mind who You are.
That I am Yours. And You are mine.
Let me again feel and know.
Remove the darkness I hid in my heart so that I can know You. You’re jealous for me. If this is what it takes for me to be one with You and for me to be made new, let it be. But don’t leave me.