As You hold and mold the brokenness and sadness of my heart, may others see Your Compassion, Reliability, Power, Strength, Concern and Love. May it give hope where there is none possible. May it be clear that You are NOT the One who inflicts.  You are the One who rescues. May we not misidentify the enemy.

I had again wearied and despaired. The trials were too many; the attacks too precise. I felt unable to continue the good fight. The emptiness has won, I thought. I am done. And then in the darkness, You magnify Your Truth. You spoke in the middle of the night.

“Daughter, you asked for joy”.  “Yes, Lord, I thought You would give me joy INSTEAD of adversity”.  “No, Child.  IN SPITE of adversity”.

Amen.