Lord, forgive my unbelief. I’m in a ring, and my opponent is winning. My whole being is in disarray as I am constantly being weighed down by the trials and tribulations of this world.
It feels like I’m swimming in an ocean and drowning. I’m being tossed here and there by the waves from a troubled storm. Trying to keep my head above water is almost impossible. I know there are no impossibilities with You, my God, but faith still feels like a paradox, knowing that Your best
is never in the past. I’ve been beaten and bruised. Defeat
is looking me in the eye with a wry smile.
Abba
What I also know is that You, oh Lord, are the sufficiency of grace and the Perfection in my weakness
(2 Corinthians 12:19), and by Your throne, there is an abundant supply of grace to float, to fight, and to win (Hebrew 4:16).
My own pride has failed me, and in my strength, futility, but in humility, I come, knowing that the never-ending supply of grace is sufficient to help, to hold, and to heal. Thank You, Father, because I have seen the appearance of Your grace that saves, redeems, and delivers (Titus 2:11). I love You.
Your daughter,
Fola.