“…we were burdened excessively, beyond our strength, so that we despaired even of life; indeed, we had the sentence of death within ourselves in order that we should not trust in ourselves, but in God who raises the dead; who delivered us from so great a peril of death, and will deliver us, He on whom we have set our hope. And He will yet deliver us….” (2 Cor 1:8-9, NASB)
Father, please forgive me for my pride. I thank you for this feeling I have of being pressed out of measure. I know this is happening to me because you are calling me to put my hope and trust in You, the Resurrection and the Life. Lord, I renounce the trust I’ve placed in myself and my abilities. I am over my head — beyond my strength. And if I am indeed as impotent as I feel, so much the better. You alone are my source, my song, my strength, my deliverer, my provider. Walking through these days is simply a reminder of truths that I forget all too often.
Your Word says that you give grace to the humble. Please accept my prayer as one given by a man broken, discovering humility anew. I need your grace so much right now. I need it always, of course — more than I can fathom — but I am especially aware of my need at this moment.
And now I ask for the power of the One who raises the dead to touch my life. My trust is in You. I will wait for your deliverance.
Thank you, God, for pressing me out of measure. You are a loving Father, and I so appreciate your patient discipline.