The Warrior is a child

LORD, this warrior is a child.

YOUR child.

This is one of those mornings when I feel MUCH a child.

Weak.

Weary.

Worn out.

Worried and afraid.

Shaking like a leaf in a storm.

Please, Hold me in YOUR Everlasting Arms.

Please, snuggle me close, closer, closer.

Thank YOU GOD for not despising my weakness.

So many do.

Thank YOU GOD for YOUR Compassion, and YOUR Understanding.

For understanding me so completely. 

For knowing my frame.

For knowing that I am but(t) dust. 

Thank YOU GOD for YOUR Amazing Grace.

How do I accept myself in my weariness?

YOU know how difficult this journey has been – more especially since Rick died.

I see others – even widows and widowers – who appear to be skipping along with life, doing good, going places, making memories, living LIFE.

It’s hard not to compare myself to them.

I struggle with discontent.

With frustrations.

With discouragements.

And to be honest?

GOD, I’m tired.

It’s too much for me.

Too much.

Too often.

I pray that YOU will somehow use this weariness to draw me to YOU . . . and that YOU will do something with it, with me.

Will YOU BLESS me through this?

From YOU . . . 

and for YOU . . . 

: Isaiah 42:2-3 – He will not cry aloud or lift up His Voice, or make it heard in the street; a bruised reed He will not break, and a faintly burning wick He will not quench; He will faithfully bring forth justice.

• LORD, help me please . . .

: Isaiah 54:10 – “For the mountains may depart and the hills be removed, but My Steadfast Love shall not depart from you, and My Covenant of Peace shall not be removed,” says the Lord, Who has Compassion on you.

• Thank YOU GOD for this Promise. I hold to YOUR Promises, and cry out to JESUS . . .

: Romans 8:26 - Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.

• Pray for me, please O GOD . . .