“God, I look to you, Your where my help comes from.”
I listen to this song and it takes me back as often songs do.
A slight ache starts in my inmost being and I remember that time of desperation.
I listened to this song and my soul cried desperately to you.
You were there.
You hid me under the shadow of your gentle wings. I was covered, hand-held. Never alone.
You held and helped me in my suffering.
God you reign and so does your timing.
I cried out for you to take it away.
Your timing was not what I desired, but I held on because I was held.
I trusted you and you showed me that you are safe,
you’re worthy of my belief,
your plans better and bigger than mine.
God I looked to you.
You were and are where my help comes from.
You gave me wisdom and showed me what to do
You led me right to Psalms and to
the right book
the right therapist,
the right medical doctor
and the right medication.
You made my path straight
You brought healing in your time.
You lifted me out of the muck and mire and set my feet firm.
Lord, I still need you.
When I cannot stand, help me fall on you.
When I stumble catch me, turn my eyes and face to you.
Help me to keep looking up at you.
I will love you all my days.
You have become so very real to me, especially in the trials this life brings.
You have not left me alone.
Forever all my days, I will praise you!
The time of suffering I mentioned above was when I was in the thick of anxiety. If you are in a season of suffering, hold on! Look to God. He promises to never leave or forsake His children. He is with you and will get your through.