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"Find rest, oh my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. My salvation and my honor depend on God' He is my mighty rock, my refuge.  Trust in Him at all times, O people; Pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge." Ps. 62: 5-8

 Father God, 
You are my rest, my portion.  I am tempted to sit in my feelings.  Feelings of being downcast. Tired. Hungry with the unmet demands of my cravings. Hopeless. I want to just wallow in melancholy.  But I won't.  YOU are my hope, you are my fortress.  You are my help in trouble.  You lift me up out of the mire.  You restore the joy of my salvation.  Thank you for Jesus.  Help me fix my heart on you, Jesus. Your love, your delight and your great sacrifice for me, my soul.  
Do not let me put my feelings and what seems to be so real and hard, above what I know of you, of truth.   I have few words right now, just overwhelmed feelings.  Please help me sort them out and throw away what is not of you.  I ask now for your mighty right hand to hold me, and I thank you because I know you already are, and will never never let go.

 Therefore, I do not lose heart...
"we are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our mortal body...for our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. so we fix our eyes upon not what is seen, but on what is unseen.  For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." 2 cor. 4:8-10, 17-18

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