How do I hold this living grief? How do I drink this boiling sea of suffering? Father, gather these shards. Redeem the years the locusts have eaten. Scoop up these bits and pieces, and hold them in Your Hands until Your grace floods every crevice...
Prayer is not a new concept for me. As a child, I remember praying nightly for my dad and younger brother who were diagnosed with a genetic disease.
When we find ourselves passively absorbing whatever our "selves" throw at us, we need to take ourselves in hand and break the looping lies that play in our heads by speaking God's truth to them. Let's try this six-step experiment to combat lies. We need to speak God's truth to the lies that play in our heads.
Our God sees, hears, and keeps his promises. He is the great “I am”—our self-existent, unchanging, creating, and sustaining Lord. And he is gloriously good—full of mercy, grace, love, faithfulness, and forgiveness. God’s character, including these and many more attributes described in his word, offers great comfort to hurting moms. How can this be?