Wednesday, 07 December 2011
By Amy at Make Me a Mary
And the storm rages on, both in the sky and in my heart.
It’s been one of those nights where the taunting is relentless and all I can hear are the same old lies.
You’ve run out of chances.
You’re a broken mess that can’t be fixed.
And the thoughts just keep snaking their way through my mind until all I know to do is plead the Blood and beg for sleep.
And somewhere in the fitful night I’m awake again for the umpteenth time and I think of Paul and his thorn in the flesh, and oh, how I can relate because I’m bleeding too right about now.
But I remember what the Lord said to Paul, and I hear Him whisper the same to me. My Grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness. And the truth of the words rekindles the Flame inside me and sends the liar running scared–
and finally I sleep.
But I wake up early and I’m just a mess, still broken, my head pounding and my stomach turning at the thought of the coffee that would ease my head if only I could keep it down. I’ve made it through one more assault, but I’m beaten down from falling flat again in the battleground.
But then the thought occurs: no telling what kind of fighting went on around me here in the night–the kind of fighting we don’t ever see.
I’m praying for you.
I felt led to encourage you this morning.
Are you okay? You’re on my heart.
So I consider it all and see the Truth–that yes, I’m a broken mess, but YES, His grace is sufficient. And I know He’s got me covered, whether I’m fixed yet or not.