Beloved brethren, I will freely confess to you that I’ve been struggling. I have these beautiful moments where God has given strength for prayer and it flows from my spirit as deep cries out to deep. It’s not always the case, and at times I struggle to focus or stay awake. This week has been a struggle.
I’ve written before on the importance of study and prayer. Prayer is one of the most gracious gifts God has given His people. We have the opportunity to come before His thrown, knowing He hears us. There’s not a single president, prime minister, king or prince on this earth we could say the same of. The King of kings, Lord of lords, hears a wretch like me? And what do I do? Fall asleep? It’s been discouraging to say the least.
Last night, and this morning, I went before His thrown feeling more like a lost cause then a saved sinner. God, in His kindness, answered the unspoken prayer of my heart. I don’t usually listen to preaching early in the morning, today I did. How beautiful are the feet of the one bringing good news? Below is the sermon which brought hope, instruction, and rebuke. I hope you’ll pray for me, brethren, as I pray for you. I am daily encouraged and edified by your posts.