Into the Fire

. . . when failure gnaws on the brain cells, when sorrow saps the soul, when tears overtake the eyes, when solace lurks in unreachable places, and soothing words find no admittance.

Not often, not long lasting, but they do arrive like an unwelcome, uninvited guest with an agenda of doom and gloom.

And for those moments, they win. Briefly. Sadly.

Lord, thank you for relief, for revival, for redemption, for refreshing. I'm always desperate for you and apart from you, I can do nothing. Thank you is never enough. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.