This past week was the hard week of the month for me. I often felt sluggish and behind and one morning I woke up full of anxiety. I had no reason to feel anxious, it just hit me out of nowhere and all the sudden the common tasks of the day felt insurmountable. It's funny...and sad...and frustrating the way that our minds can sometimes play tricks on us. Jeremy prayed over me and I read Psalm 73:21-28 and Lamentations 3:19-24.
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my potion forever.
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end:
they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. "The Lord is my portion," says my soul,
"therefore I will hope in him."
These verses have become a bit of a battle cry for me on my dark days. It's a comfort to know I trust in a God who is not controlled by the whims of the human heart. He doesn't change, even when my emotions do. He constant, He is faithful, He is strong, and He is full of grace!