I woke early this morning, just as the day broke. My heart was heavy with the burdens of family and friends, so I slipped quietly from the bedroom and down the hall.
Normally, I would have stopped in the kitchen and put on pot of coffee to brew, but not this morning. Instead, I went straight to the place where I knew I would find relief—my little place of prayer.
As I sank to my knees, tears were already spilling over, names were being called, needs were being named. Big needs. Grave needs. Serious needs. Physical needs. Financial needs. Emotional needs.
The Bible says that God’s ways are past finding out. We don’t know how He works, nor how things will end. But we do know He will walk with us. We do know He can work miracles. And He longs for us to ask, to come confidently before His throne. It is His good pleasure to give His children good gifts. That's what His Word says.
So I laid it all out there, making my requests known. And within minutes of pouring my heart out in prayer, there came a relief, that sweet relief that always comes whenever we take our burdens to the Lord.
God never meant for us to carry our burdens alone, and I believe His heart is grieved whenever we attempt it. As the old hymn goes, “What a friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear. What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer.” These words were penned by Joseph Scriven in 1857, and they’re just as true today as then.
Whatever you’re facing today—be it serious illness, abandonment, financial ruin, the unknown, betrayal—I leave you with this passage from my daily devotional. There is no title, and the credit line is simply L. S. P., but the words are rich and powerful, worth framing for future reference:
Imparting calm and trust and My relief.
My peace I give when prayer seems lost, unheard;
Know that My promises are ever in My Word.
My peace I give when thou art left alone—
The nightingale at night has the sweetest tone.
My peace I give in time of utter loss,
The way of glory leads right to the cross.
My peace I give when enemies will blame,
The fellowship is sweet through cruel shame.
My peace I give in agony and sweat,
For mine own brow with bloody drops was wet.
My peace I give when nearest friend betrays—
Peace that is merged in love, and for them prays.
My peace I give when there’s but death for thee—
The gateway is the cross to get to Me.