“For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, ‘Abba Father.’ The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children. . . . In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God’s will.” ROMANS 8:15-16. 26-27
When I’m not sleeping well (which I haven’t)
When I’m not in the Word enough (which I’m not)
I can become fearful
In times of scarcity, I forget you are the Abundant One
In times of uncertainty, I forget you are all-knowing
I get scared. I feel alone.
O me of little faith…
Help me to draw again on your promises
Help me believe. Really believe.
You are God. You are there.
I am Yours.