“Another baby on the way, she’s got nothin’ left to give. Eight others with bare feet and nothin to eat. She closes her eyes and wipes the tears from her face…and carries on”
-Alison Acton “lift up their feet”
When you are overwhelmed with life, where do you turn for help? Do you turn for help? I have been living in the depths myself before…I have lived when I thought I would just die. I have seen light in complete and utter despair. My feet were literally lifted up and one foot was placed in front of the other. ‘Just one more day…’ I would tell myself. ‘One more hour…’ and day after day, the light shone round bout me brighter and brighter and brighter. Sometimes help looked like a random offer of babysitting. Other days, I would find my fridge filled with groceries someone had surprised me with. Help looks different. Help was my strength, my fuel. The difference between falling and strength ultimately came from another place other than my own strength or anyone’s strength. There is one who is stronger, the strongest, because He made strong. Our heavenly Father…the creator of all. He is my strength. I have not lived a day without the sweet taste of His presence…there is not one day I have lived…even in the depths of the deepest darkness where He has not been shining right by my side. I have been given eyes to see God in the fullest and richest places and the hurtful painful places…sometimes, right? I still fall and can’t get up…and it takes reading my Bible and prayer and fellowship to pick me up again. Lord, give us light into this darkness and tools to guide us right back to your feet…as you lift up ours.
“I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. I can do all things through him who strengthens me. “