He will not allow your foot to slip; He who keeps you will not slumber (Psalm 121: NASB).
I am struggling today. I’m looking up, seeking help from You, crying out to You. Hearing nothing. Getting no answers. I sort of sense You here with me, but sort of feel a bit in the dark.
I know full well it’s not about feelings or senses or moods, yet here I am, waiting for You to rescue me from myself.
I look to You to pull me out of this pit, yet feel like it’s up to me. It’s up to me to think on the right things, to renew my mind in You. Well, today I can’t. It’s not in me.
I can read the Bible. I can say the right things. But it’s not getting in enough to pull me out of this.
Jesus, I need You to pull me out, to pick me up, to move me one step and then another. I need You to show me Your power that I proclaim. I need You to step in supernaturally and perform a miracle. I need You to do it all today.
Wield Your sword, shield me, shod my feet, gird me up in You. Give me Your heart. Give me hope. Sing over me today.
I lift my eyes up. Where does my help come from? (Psalm 121:1) It’s from You. I cannot help myself today. My help is from You.
I feel like I’m slipping, but You say You won’t allow it. Don’t allow it, Jesus. Don’t allow me to slip.
Show me Your way of salvation this day. For me, for today. And step in and put me on that road. Breathe life into me. Strength and hope.
I lift my eyes up to my Helper, to You. And I wait for my help to come.
You are my help. You are my hope. You are my life. That is my praise.