Victory over emotional frailties
In many ways-
And I would be greatful
Had I not spent the last 10 odd years,
Searching for a magic cure,
Or praying for complete healing.
“My strength is made perfect in weakness
My Grace is sufficient for you.”
That is the answer I am given.
My heart brakes and the illusion fades and I must accept
Discomfort, struggle, and periods of low productivity,
Without burying myself in frustration and guilt,
Pride says I will be focused, productive, shiny, blessed individual.
I will look as good as everyone else
No one will see my weakness.
I will be understood,
And is outraged at every accusation,
Of demonic influence, lack of faith, of immature spirituality
By well meaning sheep.
Yet despite my struggle,
God sees me as a precious jewel
A royal diadem in His hand,
Washing me in white-
Fear of man brings a snare
He who trust in the Lord is saved
Do not judge as the world,
For people judge on outward appearance, (beauty, intellect, success)
God judges the heart
The hidden secret things in the soul
Even what I cannot see
Help my Lord to surrender to your will
You will help me over come,
My physical limitations,
By Your spirit,
Granting me small victories
One day at a time,
One moment at a time,
My this hardship be a pathway
To your peace-
The kind that passes understanding