When I said, “My foot is slipping,” your love, O Lord, supported me. When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought joy to my soul. Psalm 94:18-19
The word anxiety hit really close to home. It perfectly describes me now. My flesh is screaming and my soul is stirring. As only God could orchestrate, I am living out the psalmist words.
My foot has slipped off the path, I have lost my way. His love is supporting me. His mercy and might I add pruning is bringing great joy to my soul.
Desperate? Oh yes I am desperate.
Desperate to be surefooted and on the solid straight path that is right for me. Desperate for His constant companionship on the journey. Desperate not to live in the flesh but to walk in the spirit, faithfully following where He leads. Desperate to accept His plan for my life with joy. Desperate for peace that only comes from complete contentment in Him.
Webster’s defines desperate as having an urgent need or desire.
Are desperate for something today? Join me in saying to the Lord, “My foot is slipping. My anxiety is great. Support me with your love and bring joy to my soul through your great mercy.”