There are moments during our half-spent week that weariness pervades the soul and praising and praying just feel dry. But in those moments, it’s good to keep our minds fixed on the Lord Jesus, resting in His love that, although at times it can’t be felt, we know and believe that it endures and it never fails.
And in the morning, He always brings new hope and fresh start. And again, the hands are raised in worship and renewed faith, the head He lifts it up to Him, as the lips utter prayers that come from the depths of the soul, with the help of the Holy Spirit, with groanings He alone understands, ever-believing, ever-hoping.
This is the shower of His inspiration drenching our parched places: a wonderful blessing we are deeply grateful for.
We thank God for new mornings and new beginnings.
This weekend, may we not succumb to becoming faint in our faith, but continue to lift those heartfelt prayers to the God who lives forever. May we stay steadfast, unmovable, in seeking His face. As Jacob wrestled with God until he received His blessing, may we also wrestle with Him – through our agonizing prayers, strengthened by the Spirit – until we receive ours. Amen.