It hit me recently that being a Christian requires me daily to put my faith in God. Our faith doesn’t reach perfection the moment we believe. It requires renewal moment by moment.
Life seems so fragile lately. I wear exhaustion like skin. It seems to touch every fiber. So many times I’ve wanted to give up. My cries to God echo off the walls.
It’s times like these that it’s hard to trust, hard to have faith. To remember that He isn’t finished and that He delights to see the form He is molding me to be.
The more I talk to friends, the more it seems we’re all in a season of wait. Our circumstances are all different. Some are waiting in singleness when their hearts desire a spouse. Some are waiting in childlessness. Some waiting on job changes, while others are waiting on God to simply provide a job that was lost. But we’re all waiting. We’re all trying to remember and have faith that God will provide.
The Psalms have been a balm to me these last several weeks. The times that I’ve been at the bottom – that broken person on the cold floor – He’s poured salve on my weary frame. Just enough that I can hope, and trust at least one more day.
But may all who search for you
be filled with joy and gladness in you.
May those who love your salvation
repeatedly shout, “God is great!”
Psalm 70:4
When they walk through the Valley of Weeping,
it will become a place of refreshing springs.
The autumn rains will clothe it with blessings.
Psalm 84:6
As you wait, in what ways does the Lord apply healing to your weary heart?
