No Strength of My Own
Our soul waits for the Lord; He is our help and our shield. for our heart shall rejoice in Him, because we have trusted in His holy name (Psalm 33:21) Lord, I need my strength to carry out the duties of the day, but sickness has invaded me, and taken it away. At first I was content to lie and rest upon my bed; to close my mind against the thoughts that clamored in my head. “Tomorrow I’ll feel better. ‘That’s soon enough to see “to all I’ve had to leave undone “which now is haunting me.” But when tomorrow came and I felt just as yesterday, the patience that had buoyed me dissolved and flowed away. With eyes turned in upon myself I lashed myself with doubt: “Would I feel better if I’d dress, “get up and move about?” Perhaps at times that therapy may be the thing to do, but far too often time has proven the opposite is true. Time and rest are what I need to let my body heal; not pushing, pro...