Merciful and faithful Lord, because of Your great love I am not consumed, for Your compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.
I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.” Lord, You are good to those whose hope is in You, to the one who seeks You (Lam. 3:22-25).
Surely You, Jesus, took up my infirmities and carried my sorrows, yet we considered You stricken by God, smitten by Him and afflicted. But You were pierced for my transgressions; You were crushed for my iniquities; the punishment that brought me peace was upon You, and by Your wounds, Lord Jesus, I am healed (Isa. 53:4-5).
I saw my hand and a rope. I was trying to hold onto the rope, but my hand was at the end. I could see the rope separating and starting to fray. I was slipping, and the rope was giving away. Then another hand envelops mine. A worn and calloused hand. A tanned and tattered hand. A nail scarred hand. It came from nowhere and covered my hand with a mighty strength, so powerful I could feel it. Feel the flesh on mine. And I knew it was going to be OK. When I can no longer hold on, He, Jesus, is here to help me. He will carry the load, and let me hang freely while He nourishes my soul with His peace and love. He will carry me until I regain the strength to hold on and fight for myself again. Because He loves me so much. Thank You Lord, for answering my prayers. Thank You for showing me this, and sending me this security. I will follow You. I will praise You in the storm, because You are worth it. Thank You for grabbing my hand, and teaching me.
Here you will find my devotional from Beth Moore. This was from last week, but is still making an impression on me, and maybe it will you too.
Blessed, merciful God, Your Word promises that those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy.
If I go out weeping, carrying seed to sow, I will return with songs of joy,
carrying sheaves with me. (Ps. 126:5-6)
Help me to see that the promise is not made to those who simply have tears but to those who are willing to sow seed in the midst of their tears. Your Word tells us in Luke 8:11 that the seed is the Word. If I’m willing to keep believing and sowing Your Word, even when I am desperately hurting, you will bring me forth from this difficult season with songs of joy. Because of Your faithfulness, with joy I will draw water from the wells of salvation. (Isa. 12:3) Remember…GOD will give us VICTORY, but sometimes He will require every ounce of energy and cooperation we have in the process.