If I were left to my own resources this day, I would not make it. Thankfully, there is more.
And the only resource worth pursuing is the One that is perfect, all-knowing, all-powerful, ever-present, love incarnate, eternal, and dwelling in my broken heart.
If I were to merely go with what feels right or good, I probably would not get well. Thankfully, there is more.
And the only emotion worth feeling is that of humility as I lay down my metaphorical sword and let the One who weeps for me wail His own mighty hand of power.
If I were to measure my patience, my progress by the time already invested in recovery or making things right, I could not find a tool with a good enough warranty to last long enough to even bother. Thankfully, there is more.
And the only period worth measuring is the one I must accept: the time that is indefinite, outside of a calendar or watch and yet fully calibrated and infinitely accurate in the hands of the Creator of time itself.
So if I were to admit that in the convulsive state of my existence that I can no longer go on I must proclaim on faith that there is more out there somewhere.
And my only hope lies in the protective wings of my Lord and Savior, the Alpha and the Omega, my Immanuel and King. So Here I am Lord . . .
A hymn: Here I am Lord.
Reblogged this on My Color Is Lyme and commented:
Julie who is also suffering from Lyme disease, and shares with such beauty and eloquence the hope and reliance we find in Christ.
Beautifully written! Oh this touches me, thank you so much Julie.