Even though I cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel, I choose to praise you anyway. After all, this life is not about me. I am weary today… please Jesus carry me… I need you to survive… I’m human… I still have flesh, and flesh is tired…prayers are thin… hold on to me… I still believe in your faithfulness. I still believe in you. Speak to me and remind me who I am to you Lord…I pray that you will find me…I keep telling the mountains to move, and they just stay there. I pray on my knees until my knees are swollen…My tears feel like blood…I try until I am faint and dizzy…

Lord you are mighty to save… you already know what I am thinking, so I know this does not come as a surprise…Tired, restless, sad, disappointed, hurt, confused, and angry…but no matter what…even if the healing does not come…I will stay praising you and lifting your name on high. You are my prince of peace, divine healer, and saving grace… you are the way… I will lift my eyes to you…and let the cry of my spirit talk to you...I will be still so I can hear you...

Better is one day in your courts…Better is one day in your house, than a thousand elsewhere!