I have known blazing sunset vistas over salty bays and the wet, slippery skin of my newborn babies and sensed You near for a glimpse of time. And I have not thanked You enough for the millions of grace moments of time---slow motion in memory now but gifts from you. Yet those overshadowed by stress-filled everyday living for thousands of days in between. And I am tired, weary, defeated, worn-out...all that I am not supposed to be. The heaping mountain of pain, insecurities, fear, and hopelessness has crushed. My prayers have been to You. My expectation was all in You.
YOU! ---who knits babies, who gives breath, who designs snowflakes, who thought up kittens, who causes hearts to break. And my feeble arms cannot wield a shield of faith. My weakness shows no sign of Your strength or sufficient grace. And then....
You remind me that a man of sorrows and familiar with suffering came and took up my infirmities and carried my sorrow. A man taken away by oppression and affliction that by Your will You crushed and caused the suffering of his soul until he was cut off from the land of the living. You point out the ultimate paradox...that by his wounds we are healed. And I cry out, "Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me!" (Isaiah 53, Matthew 20, Lamentations 3 NIV)
----posted by Queen Lucy