Sunday, April 23
the prayer that burned in
my heart throughout today was
father, strengthen me.
this single prayer that countless hot tears accompanied is my source of hope. for His strength is invincible. for I am slowly, painstakingly realizing that I am far too weak, far too fickle to endure or fight on my own. but Jesus has overcome. so in Him I shall hope.
my flesh desires what my spirit abhors and my flesh comes armed to win daily. I’m holding on by a thread but He feeds me again and again and again.