It's been one of THOSE weeks. You (possibly) know the kind I'm talking about.
- Too many days in a row of waking with a weary heart.
- Every day feels like a Monday. NOT a first-day-of-the-week-fresh-start kind of Monday; more of a here-we-go-again-I-hope-I-can-survive kind.
- Lacking patience in ALL things.
- Failures. Lost opportunities. Angry words.
I have stumbled thru the past days with very little joy. I have trampled the hearts of my husband & son (and possibly others). I have repeatedly acted selfishly and failed miserably in bringing glory to God.
Tonight, as it says in the account of the prodigal son in book of Luke; I have "...come to the end of myself..." and in doing so, I was/am reminded to look to the One who is able to redeem all my sins. With the kind of weariness that comes from trying to find joy/peace "on my own", I surrender my heart to Him (again).
Psalm 37: 24 (replaced the word 'he' with 'she' from the original versions) "...if she stumbles, she's not down for long; God has a grip on her hand."(The Message) "...though she falls, she shall not be utterly cast down, for the Lord grasps her hand in support and upholds her."(Amplified Version) and "...the Lord's hand takes good care of her..." (New International Readers Version)
This verse reminded me of a poem/prayer from my great-Aunt Ann which reads: "You are ushering in another day, untouched and freshly new. So here I come to ask you, God, if you'll renew me, too. Forgive the many errors that I made yesterday and let me try again, dear God, to walk closer in Your way. But Father, I am well aware; I can't make it on my own so take my hand and hold it tight; for I cannot walk alone."