From Where Does My Help Come?

So often, life is overwhelming. The dark things wash over us blocking out all Light and Hope. Our arms hang without strength, we fall to our knees in total weakness. Alone. Lost. Wondering. Confused Completely empty. Looking inward, we see only a void. Nothing. Tears making a river that flows endlessly. Who will help when we cannot help ourselves? Who will carry us when we see no one with the ability or desire to lift our burden?

At the complete end of all our resources, down below the depths~ we look up. From where does our help come? Only from the Maker of heaven and earth. From this place of despair, He becomes our All-in-All. Our total sufficiency. His Mercy is new every morning. Great is His faithfulness.