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Wednesday, August 8, 2018

No Matter the Storm

In my distress I prayed to the Lord, and the Lord answered me and set me free.
—Psalm 118:5 (NLT)

Are you at this place?
Sometimes the pain is too much, Lord. Too heavy. Beyond anything I have ever known. Breathing is like a sharp knife impaling my lungs. There is no way to turn away from this distress. It is constant and consuming and overwhelming. You tell me that you are my protector, and yet I struggle for relief. You remind me that you are my refuge and my shield, and yet my heart dreads each moment. All I see and feel is the pain, and all I long to see and feel is you, Lord.

There is an answer.
But you, O Lord, are a shield around me—my rock, my fortress, the power that saves me. I choose you over any fear. You are greater than my pain.  I choose to dwell on your goodness—your mercy—your grace, instead of what I feel or see. You not only help with the pain, but you are my shield from its ability to cripple my heart. Jesus, you tell me that I am free in your love. Your Word is my source of hope, and you keep me in perfect peace when I choose your Word over my feelings.

So here in my pain and distress, I cry out to you. I choose you. I choose prayer. I choose to trust you. You answer, and set me free from this pain’s ability to control my mind and heart. Nothing that comes against me will have control over me when I trust you. I love you, Lord, with every breath and every heartbeat—with all my heart, my soul, and my mind. And you will keep me in perfect peace no matter the storm. This is your promise to me, your child.

© 2018 Lynn Lacher

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