Helpless to change my destiny.
It is written.
to free me
“Abide in me…
let my words abide in you,”
is familiar, Lord
the trees have grown
will I spend
each bright morning star?
Teach me to count my days…
When you face sickness, it takes over the mind. Every sunny day seems ten times sunnier. Every rainy day seems gloomier than usual. How will this change me? What am I to learn?
I almost welcome the pain. My heart has become as grand and spacious as the heavens opened up. Again, I cry out to God to help me through. I don’t feel alone. I feel helpless.
Update: Just an hour after blogging this, a dear friend sent me this verse, having no idea of what I was searching for. Again, there it is…PEACE, that no man can afford to give, except for the King of kings and Lord of lords. Again, I am in awe of His Majesty!
This help cannot be seen outwardly.
This help cannot be taken away.
This help will keep me in perfect peace.
This help will I meditate on day and night.
Let this be my prayer Lord…Psalm 43:3 Send me your light and your faithful care,
let them lead me; let them bring me to your holy mountain, to the place where you dwell.