It’s the start of a new week. And I don’t know how to do it.
I feel scattered; pushed and pulled in many different directions. I take my eyes off you and suddenly, I’m stuck.
by the decisions that need to be made; and ones that are out of my hands.
by the things I can’t see. And the demands I can’t meet.
By lists and by longings.
By pain and by pride.
It’s dark in here.
I build walls to keep myself safe. But they shut out the light.
Help me Lord
I’m tired. I want to rest in you. But I’m busy. And I don’t know how to be still.
I want to step out in your strength. But I don’t have any courage. I don’t know if I can.
Unless you help me. Unless you lift me up.
You are a God of compassion. A God who comes for the weak. That’s me, Lord. That’s me.
Give me more of yourself.