You'll Carry Me

"When the furnace is burning, I know rescue is coming.
Your promise never fails.

In the darkness Your light shines, breaking over the horizon.

And I lift my eyes to see that heaven's fighting for me.

Carry me on Your back through this storm, Lord."

"You get glory in the midst of this, so You're walking with me.

And You say that I am blessed because of this, so I'll choose to believe

That as I carry this cross You'll carry me.
Help me believe it."

"All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort. He comforts us in our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us. For the more we suffer for Christ, the more God will shower us with His comfort through Christ...We were crushed and overwhelmed beyond our ability to endure, and we thought we would never live through it. In fact, we expected to die. But as a result, we stopped relying on ourselves and learned to rely on God, who raises the dead. And He did rescue us from mortal danger, and He will rescue us again. We have placed our confidence in Him, and He will continue to rescue us."

-2 Corinthians 1:3-5,8b-10

I am blessed to endure suffering.

I can confidently wait for rescue.

I can fully expect comfort.

I am not alone.

He will carry me.

He will receive glory. 

 I am not God. My life is not my own. My Father loves me.

Father, You are God. My life is Yours. You love me.

I trust You.

I Need You, Jesus

"I need You, Jesus, to come to my rescue.
Where else can I go?
There's no other name by which I am saved.

Capture me with grace, I will follow You.
This world has nothing for me.
I will follow You."

Those words taste so sweet as they roll off my tongue. "I need You, Jesus." My cry of desperation to the Lord is not met with fireworks in the background; it's not met with a victorious soundtrack; it's not met with balloons and streamers; it's not met with a "pass go and collect $200." Indeed, none of this is the response that meets my soul's declaration of dependence on the Lord. Instead, I am met with a still, small voice in my soul that proclaims peace upon my weary and troubled heart. In a season of pain, waiting, anticipating, healing, restoration, I am greeted by the God of the Universe. I am led by the Lord of Lords. I am comforted by the Creator. I am healed by the Holy Father. I am loved by the Lover. These burdens that I have been carrying, He says, “Give them to Me, child.” He cries, “I died so you wouldn’t have to carry that.” He comes to me, “Here, let me hold you.” The tears flow from my eyes as I see the reality of His jealousy for me. He doesn’t want me to hold on to the things this world has offered me. Why do I carry these loads that will only destroy me? Why do I devote myself to the things that will turn their back on me? Why do I so often turn my back on the One who offers life, peace, joy, satisfaction even in the midst of tribulation? The Lord is patient with me as He sifts through my soul and begins to pull out all the weeds in my character. Sometimes it hurts. I need You, Jesus. Sometimes I don't want Him to continue. I need You, Jesus. Sometimes I am afraid. I need You, Jesus. Sometimes I am ready. I need You, Jesus. He is always here.