*cough*
*choke*
*ahem*
Sorry about that.
Just trying to blow the dust off this old blog to see if anything
still works. It's a bit rusty and dusty. The buttons might be
sticking a little. But I think it might be salvagable.
Honestly, I don't
know if I'm going to be able to really get this back up and running
regularly or not. I've tried a couple times in the past. It's sad
really. For several years I was able to put together some thoughts
on a regular basis that were almost worthy of being read by others.
And then it all just seemed to dry up.
I wrote about some
of the reasons I thought this might have happened, so I won't repeat
that here. To be honest, I've had in the back of my mind a desire to
get this going again for some time. Time will tell how that works
out.
The truth is, in my
ongoing struggles against anxiety, I was up last night in prayer.
Again. Being faithless. Again. And a few words came to mind as a
hymn/song/prayer and I wanted to write them down. I want to remember
them for myself, sing them to myself. But I also thought they might
encourage someone else as well.
Hence the plan to
blow the dust of this blog, simply as a means of sharing. Nothing
magical. Nothing profound. Just a few thoughts on the struggle. Sometimes I need to blow the dust of my faith as well; remind myself of truths I know, but seem to forget. I
pray you are daily reminded that though the struggle may be real, the
victory truly is ours in Christ. Soli Deo Gloria
Great and gracious
God of glory,
In my weakness I cry out.
As you write this day my story,
Give me strength to shatter doubt.
Sins o'erwhelm me,
Fears assail me;
Christ has come to conquer sin;
Come, O Lord, and heal within.
Daily battles still confront me;
Daily to the Cross I run.
Though I'm weak and often weary,
In Christ's work the battle's won.
In my weakness I cry out.
As you write this day my story,
Give me strength to shatter doubt.
Sins o'erwhelm me,
Fears assail me;
Christ has come to conquer sin;
Come, O Lord, and heal within.
Daily battles still confront me;
Daily to the Cross I run.
Though I'm weak and often weary,
In Christ's work the battle's won.
Give Your power,
For each hour;
Give me faith to
trust each day;
For Your glory, this
I pray.
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Three-in-One, my Savior, Lord;
When I pray, I know You hear it;
You are faithful to Your word.
Help my eyes see
Christ in vict'ry,
So my life will
praise Your name,
And help others do
the same.