My Prayer

In thee, O Lord, do I put my trust: let me never be put to confusion.
Deliver me in thy righteousness, and cause me to escape: incline thine ear unto me, and save me.
Be thou my strong habitation, whereunto I may continually resort: thou hast given commandment to save me, for thou art my rock and my fortress.
Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the wicked, out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel man.
For thou art my hope, O Lord God: thou art my trust from my youth.

Psalm 71:1-5

It seems like every time I close my eyes I can see flashing blue lights and police cars. In a crowded room filled with chatter, I imagine I can hear sirens. It's all tricks of the mind and tactics of the enemy; if I rebuke it, it goes away. Even so, I know I must put all my trust in the Lord and not give into fear... Perhaps this is all meant to heal us. Perhaps these little tastes, these little flashbacks of our sufferings, are sent with the design of tearing down the monuments of fear it created in our minds. I have to find it within me to rise above whatever might come against us and put all my trust in the Almighty God, believing that He will save us. He won't let the enemy prevail against us. And while I wait for His salvation, I must muster the courage to return to my writing... it sits neglected and I think of it throughout the day, as I go about life, knowing it has to be worked on, knowing it has to be finished. It's all a struggle. It's all pain. What's one pain compared to another? Even amidst the apostles' sufferings they managed to write the New Testament... I can't let myself abandon the mission, not when its so important that its finished.