Today I worship in the
midst of my broken, and weary body. My Lord, Adonai, has seen fit to
show me yet another day of heaviness. He will not leave me here with
this diseased “house” one second longer than need be. I have
prayed and asked for the fruit that is grown and harvested in this
unsightly garden of Parkinsons's Disease. I am fast approaching that
place of moment by moment dependence on Him for my life. It is the
only place where I willingly lean on Him with the dead weight of
brokeness and impossibilities. It is here that I endure the heavey
hand of His love. It is hard to bear, and I don't do it very well,
but My faith in Him – His name is Adonai – is unshakeable. Thank
You, Lord, for all that You are. I choose to yield to You through
this day. Be glorified today in my body. I am cut off from from the
health that You intended for me, and I am punched down like the clay
of the marred pot, to become a different vessel – one that points
the way to You!
I give You the heart that
You have broken in Your love for me. Every breath is for You. I
have been here once before. I don't know why You have led me here
again, so I will concentrate on what I DO know: You are with me
through all, You are faithful, You have all authority, You are
love.... You are my Shepherd. You keep me from wandering.... This
untrustworthy body longs for the greener pastures, but You have
hemmed me in behind and before and have built a wall of protection
around me. I do not like this place, but You have made it – just
for me – and I will praise Your Holy Name!
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