Help Me, O Lord.

My mind tells me I must push on, but my heart reminds me of the pain it feels through forbidding tears that silently fall from my eyes and form rivers down my cheeks.

I can find an abundant source of distractions from my present reality, but the realness of my despair seeps through the cracks of the façade and forcefully reminds me of my growing need to heal.

I walk in the strength of the Lord, and lift my hands in honest praise, but my soul longs for restoration. My mind begs for peace unexplainable; my heart yearns for joy indescribable.

Though healing seems inevitable, I will trust in He, my deliverer. Through my darkest hour; in the wilderness; in the silence; when my tears fall to no avail, I will trust in you, my high tower.

Help me, God, to see through a spiritual lens; to partake in your work, to walk in your will. Let not your presence be blinded by my grief. Give me strength for this hour, O Lord.

“The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: And I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.”

‭‭Psalm‬ ‭23‬:‭1‬-‭6‬