Will Morning Ever be My Friend Again?
I felt so good yesterday afternoon and evening. All I knew about God was that He loved me like I love my kids.
For the past eight months, morning has not been my friend. It has been rare for me to awaken and be glad that it was a new day. Why? Because it seems that the little bit of peace I can cobble together in an afternoon and evening (when I can be a cobbler) evaporates with sleep.
This morning, I have awakened a scared, nervous, God-can-I-trust-You, practical atheist. And satan has been all over me. It’s hard not to hate myself when I’m in this state.
So, God, since You love me like I love my kids, will You put Your arms around me and whisper that You’re here and You will take care of me?
I need Thee, oh I need Thee,
Every hour I need Thee.
Oh bless me now my Savior,
I come to Thee.