Somedays I feel like I am barely keeping my head above water. Coming up for a breath of air for a few minutes before I sink again. Sink again into my past where my burdens overcome me, and keep me from joy.
I know there is hope and forgiveness. Help for the broken-hearted.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
Sometimes a song says what I want to say. Sometimes a song says what I need to hear. I cry out to Jesus for my hurts. I cry out to Jesus for the pain others feel.
There is hope for the helpless
Rest for the weary
Love for the broken heart
There is grace and forgiveness
Mercy and healing
He’ll meet you wherever you are
Cry out to Jesus, Cry out to Jesus
Mac Powell – Third Day
I don’t like to ask for help.
Why would I ask for help when I can do it myself? I don’t want to cry out to anyone. I would rather sit alone in my closet and cry than admit to anyone I need help.
But sometimes, I need to ask. I need to ask for help. Okay, not just sometimes. I should, and I hate the word should, seek God first, not second.
Hear my prayer, O LORD, listen to my cry for help
And my prayer today?
Dear God, please help me find joy in washing the dishes. Dear God, please help me clean out my basement that smells musty. Dear God please help me find joy today.