A lone tear escapes and trails down your cheek and soon afterwards another falls until they are like an army marching forward into battle. You are blinded by your grief and you are too weary to care anymore. You know the Lord walks with you but you are so tired and you are wondering why it has to be so hard. You close your eyes to pray and you are unable to form a coherent thought let alone express your deepest of sorrows. You wonder for a brief moment if you have lost your faith but you know God is there with you in the midst of your pain. You take comfort in knowing the Lord knows your heart and your thoughts. The Holy Spirit will intercede on your behalf when you are unable to pray.

You feel lighter like a great burden has been lifted from your shoulders. In the quiet of the moment you feel a sense of peace. Once again you are reminded you do not need to rely upon your own strength it was never enough, but the Lord will give what you need for each moment.

May you always know God's peace and comfort. I pray you will be renewed and refreshed by God's word today and always.

Psalm 42

1 As a deer pants for flowing streams,
so pants my soul for you, O God.
2 My soul thirsts for God,
for the living God.
When shall I come and appear before God? 3 My tears have been my food
day and night,
while they say to me all the day long,
"Where is your God?"
4These things I remember,
as I pour out my soul:
how I would go with the throng
and lead them in procession to the house of God
with glad shouts and songs of praise,
a multitude keeping festival.

5 Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation 6and my God.



My soul is cast down within me;
therefore I remember you
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,
from Mount Mizar.
7Deep calls to deep
at the roar of your waterfalls;
all your breakers and your waves
have gone over me.
8By day the LORD commands his steadfast love,
and at night his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.
9I say to God, my rock:
"Why have you forgotten me?
Why do I go mourning
because of the oppression of the enemy?"
10As with a deadly wound in my bones,
my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me all the day long,
"Where is your God?"

11 Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation and my God.