My blessed Lord rake over the ashes of my distress until those ashes become fertile in the soil of my faith. Let me not be a bond-servant of despondency when I have pledged my allegiance to You. For in Christ Jesus the foreboding darkness has been illuminated with the greatest of light. No longer does the foe of death threaten my soul. Even the gloomy circumstances of present suffering has no weight to pull me down. There is no necessity for me to douse the Holy Spirit with a flood of melancholic perceptions of perceived injustice. Set my gaze on the right I am empowered to do through Christ, not the wrong that has been done to me in this world. Humble me Lord Jesus beneath Your comforting hand of discipline that I might be lifted up to glorify Your Name. Only You can strike the match of hope that ignites my soul with Your Spirit. Only You can make ma a lamp of truth, love and joy that douses the thickest canopy of despair which worldly circumstances attempt to cover me with. Under the Word of God given in Psalm 42:11 and the authority of Christ I bow in humble prayer.
Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise Him,
my salvation and my God.
Psalm 42:11, ESV
My blessed Lord rake over the ashes of my distress until those ashes become fertile in the soil of my faith–Amen!
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