It is a difficult place to be—the place of brokenness. It is not easy to dwell where direction is limited, answers few, a place where what little is know makes no sense at all. It is a testing as with fire to feel helpless, lost and broken. We are not built for such things. Our very souls crave stability, surety, confidence, and knowledge.
Sometimes the shaky ground of an uncertain tomorrow is enough to drive us to our knees. Then the dark mist of uncertainty begins to feel like slow death and there is little that can be said but—press on. So—press on!
“I lift my eyes up to the hills—where does my help come from?” (Psa. 121:1)
We have not trained ourselves, despite the past trials, to endure the long seasons of drought, or for that matter, the sudden storms. Because despite all that has gone before, His mercies must be ever new—ever measured for the present strife. “We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed” (2Cor. 4:8).
“My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth” (Psa. 121:2).
Our help comes from He who has made the heavens and the earth—He who has made us. He has numbered the hairs on our heads and surely, surely He has not forgotten us. He who sent His Son to die for us, to save us, surely He is not unconcerned with our daily struggles. Surely He hears our cries and now—even now—comes to our aide.
So, while many circumstances contrive to wreck us, contrive to make us doubt His faithfulness and love—let us look expectantly for His coming. Because the way has been long and the path steep we are rightfully weary. The trials have been many so, understandably, we struggle to stand—to walk. Yet He visits us in our bed of sorrow, sees us in our paralysis and calls to us, “Get up and walk!”
If we call out, “Lord I am so tired. I haven’t the strength.”
He answers, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness” (2Cor. 12:9). A broken and contrite heart He has never despised so I do not fear He will turn us away.
Lord, may Your grace fill us that we might see more than our eyes see. Let our weakness demonstrate Your perfect power. Let us be ever weak that we might receive Your strength. If You will walk with us, my God, then we will walk and walk even through the valley of the shadow of death. Only give us sight for the next step—and lead on!
Ex. 33:15, Psa. 119:105, Psa. 121, Psa. 25:1, Psa. 28:2, Psa. 86:4, Psa. 119:48, Psa. 121:1, Psa. 123:1, Psa. 142:1, Psa. 143:8, Matt. 10:29-31, Luke 5:23, John 5:8, 2Cor. 12:9
(First published Jan 2008)