One More Day
The days when I feel the weakest, I fall into the arms of my Father and He gently reminds me that “Father” is not a name of authority OVER me, but a name that shows unconditional love FOR me.
Lately the battle has taken a turn and when I thought I was almost at the end, I was spun around and placed back in the horrid places to fight once again.
Defeated and exhausted I fell in a heap and began to surrender to the darkness around me. I started pulling away from all that I once held dear and started to let go…I wanted to fade away.
As I was letting go, a hand grabbed mine and pulled me back. For that I am forever grateful.
My strength is all but gone. My determination is fading. My desire to fight one more time does not exist, but I am still here.
Sometimes that is enough…
I can no longer see where I am going or why I am going at all. Everything in me wants to just stay here and die. But to think that this has all been for nothing…no! I can’t believe that all of this ends here where I started. Where is the grace in that? What is the purpose?
So once again I stand and pray I can make it one more day.