Sick

No one would choose to be sick. No one chooses this crazy life that we are on.

This is my prayer this morning,

Dear Heavenly Father,

Lord, I don’t want to get out of bed. I don’t want to deal with the trials that I’m currently going through. I’m sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. What I want is to serve You. I know that ultimately to serve you means to get out of bed. To walk through the fire to reforge the parts of me that are impure. To purify myself I must go forward. Even if I only take one step at a time when I would much rather run. Help me to see the good You have placed before me Lord because right now I’m so tired I can’t even think straight. Let me love those around me today in a way that glories You. Let me accept today. Let me win the battle against my flesh today.

Lord apart from you I can do nothing. Please Lord help me get out of the funk and out of this bed.

In Jesus Name I Pray,

Amen

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