Pour Through Me Lord
For many Sundays is their greatest day of rest and renewal. For me, it’s my greatest day of battle. It’s a day I know will take everything I have to give and then some. It can feel like a million demons are coming my way at once. Usually by the end of the day I’m totally depleted mentally, emotionally, and now always physically.
Yesterday was certainly no exception. When I finally got home early evening my entire body was screaming for relief. I knew then it would take a couple days to recover. Even still I have great peace because I know I’m seeking to be faithful. I know God uses our faithfulness in ways we can’t see or understand. I hate how my body and mind feel, but I’m so grateful to be one of God’s ambassadors.
My body woke me up early this morning aching badly from this colder weather. I’m praying I get some much needed recovery rest. I’m headed back to physical therapy this afternoon. I keep doing all I can while trusting God for all I can’t. Satan is always trying to get into my mind. He needs to realize my resolve is set on trusting Jesus every step of my life.
“But I will rejoice even if I lose my life, pouring it out like a liquid offering to God, just like your faithful service is an offering to God. And I want all of you to share that joy.” (Philippians 2:17)