Here in this place, I draw breath; here in this place of confusion and pain. But this is not the finality that I choose to accept. I will not lay down and die. I will remain standing, and I will fight on, through anything and everything. I can’t do it alone, Jesus. You have to help me. You know you do.
Make me to keep my eyes fixed on you, and make me to regard you as the embodiment of love that you are. Make those old, darkened lies to dry up and burn away in this fire I find all around and within me. Make everything new about me to come forth into the fruition of my here-and-now daily walk. Correct me with gentleness, lest your hand upon my life become too much, for I am weak, my God. I am pure weakness in and of myself. Only with you helping me am I strong.
All of that old, evil strength that I learned to use, and all of those things which I thought kept me safe — they are poison to me now. Let me hate them. Renew the parts of my mind that learned to love them. Make me to be like a child again, and let me behold those abominations with the same kind of repulsion that you do, Holy Spirit.
I focus on these things just for right now, and I choose not to worry about what another day may bring forth. I choose to abide here with you, for this moment, in this day, and to appreciate that for what it is, without allowing fear to speak or hold sway. Thank you for your strength which lives in me, and makes this all possible.
