I know that it has been awhile
since I have posted on here, but I tend to write when life is going well. When
life is going well, the words pour forth, but when the going gets tough, the
words don’t come. I think I feel like if I write during hard times, then that
makes the hard thing that much more real, and I don’t want to have to feel it
that deeply or give anyone the chance to read my real feelings on a hard
situation. So I close up and I don’t write about it. But I realize that there
are lessons to be learned in both the good and the bad times. This semester has
tested me more than any other point in my life. God has asked me constantly,
“Where do you turn when the going gets tough?” I have had to battle this
constantly within, but I want to put this in writing today. After months of
struggling (and actually still being in the struggle), my answer to that
question is, “I choose YOU, Lord. Above all else, in both the good and the bad,
you are my refuge and my stronghold. I will always turn to you.” My faith has
become my own through this journey, and that is one of the greatest gifts that
I have ever received. God is my oxygen, and when I don’t think I am going to
make it to the next moment, the small prayers are the oxygen that connect the
moments, and before I know it, another day has passed and I have once again
survived the pain. God always pulls me through, even though it’s not ever easy.
He is the reason I live, because He gives purpose to every moment of everyday.
I don’t know if this makes sense, but I hope that this encourages even just one
person. Life is hard, but God is always here and always with you. You are NEVER
ALONE. Let God be your oxygen when you don’t think you can take another breath,
and before you know it, you will have made it through another day.
This psalm has been so
encouraging to me lately. Pour out your complaints to God, He is your very best
friend in the world and will never leave you.
You Are My Refuge
With my voice I cry out to the
Lord;
with my voice I plead for mercy
to the Lord.
2
I pour out my complaint before
him;
I tell my trouble before him.
3
When my spirit faints within me,
you know my way!
In the path where I walk
they have hidden a trap for me.
4
Look to the right and see:
there is none who takes notice
of me;
no refuge remains to me;
no one cares for my soul.
5
I cry to you, O Lord;
I say, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the
living.”
6
Attend to my cry,
for I am brought very low!
Deliver me from my persecutors,
for they are too strong for me!
7
Bring me out of prison,
that I may give thanks to your
name!
The righteous will surround me,
for you will deal bountifully
with me.
