Make your light shine through me ❤️ that was in my devo this morning.
I’m so tired because of ~~fill in the blank~~ !
God, You’ve got to do this helpingthedisenfranchisedoftheworld business for me. I feel so distracted and beleaguered by my STUFF!!!
Jesus. PapaGod. Holy Spirit.
Help me. Help us.
Give us power from on high. Like Jesus said.
Don’t let me fail You.
(Sorry God. That was kind of Fruedian. See what I mean?)
What is going ON here, God? I feel like I’m in prison! The prison of consequences. The prison of my wacked feelings. Depression. Anxiety. Freakedoutness.
deep shaky breath.
I trust You.
You ARE doing the thing already.
You know perfectly well that I am a shut in. Or a divorcee. It disabled. Or addicted. Or in therapy. Or mentally ill. Or a disabled vet.
You are the One Who gave the devil permission to mess with me and my family, after all. Like in Job.
It’s all part of the plan.
Even my screwups.
It’ll work out.