This is something I wrote for myself during a difficult time. As I re-read it, I realize much of what I write might make me look I live on the edge of hokey. Oh, who am I kidding. I’m the poster child for sentimentalism. But I don’t care—we don’t have enough time to waste apologizing for who we are, and too many days the enemy tries to crush, warp, and make us forget it. So, if for no one else’s sake other than my own, I need to remind myself:
You’re feeling overwhelmed, afraid, trapped, and helpless. And you know what’s next: if the enemy can’t kill you, he’ll try to wear you down with bitterness, self-pity, hopelessness, and fear after fear.
But you’re not going to let him. You’re going to take your pain, exhaustion, and negative thoughts, and give them to Jesus.
That sounds so trite. Corny. But since you were a kid, always, always he’s been there for you. Even when nothing’s made sense and you’ve hated yourself, at the bottom of your broken heart he’s been there, loving you when you can’t love yourself.
You’re going to let him restore your heart, renew your mind, and strengthen your body. Though you don’t have all the answers you want, you’re going to focus on what good there is in your life, and on who God wants to be for you right now.
Jesus, I trust you. I trust you to be with me, to guide me, to love me. I trust you to give me all the grace I need to deal with all of this. Thank you for loving me. I love you, too.
“But he answered me, ‘My grace is always more than enough for you, and my power finds its full expression through your weakness’” (2 Cor. 12:9a).