It’s raining and my “to do” list is long, my prayer list even longer.
The house needs cleaned. There are bills to pay.
My elderly parents need help packing up their home and downsizing for their move to an apartment.
I have sons in distant cities with needs and trials I can no longer handle with a hug and a band-aid.
I have dear friends facing trials and seeking wisdom as we journey together.It doesn't exactly feel like a party around here, but today I'll celebrate life in the trenches. Click To Tweet
Celebrating on a rainy Friday when my burdens feel as heavy as the misty air in my Indiana valley, I declare that God has already taken them in hand. He knows their weight and has taken them all, one by one, and gone before me. He knew they would be here on this exact day at this exact time and He knows their outcome.
I celebrate because I can pray and cry out and open my hands to release them all to Him, and then follow Him where He leads to join in the work He is already doing.
These words face me every morning as I sit in my prayer perch, seeking God and pleading for wisdom.
I celebrate today that the Lord is my strength, because today I am weak. In His strength I can face down that list of prayers and responsibilities and heartaches. In His strength I can find wisdom to not only endure, but conquer.
Cut the cake, toss the confetti and sing “Hallelujah”! Jesus is on the throne and He is King.