Falling Apart

The coffee is hot! It’s ready – I’m not – to face the day that’s ahead. Many chores to be done before setting sun, but my feet keep turning toward bed.

I cannot go out with a victory shout when my body is struggling to rise. My hair is askew – these wrinkles are new! – affirming I’m nobody’s prize.

On day like these I fall to my knees and call to my Father’s heart. I need His great love and His strength from above to keep me from falling apart.

Lamentations 3:²¹ This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. ²² It is of  the Lord‘s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. ²³ They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.

Psalm 27:The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?

Photo: On the River ©Beth Mims