My eyes are awake through the night watches, that I may meditate on Your word. — Psalm 119:148, NKJV
There are those days
when you meet the shard-
edge of nerves, the riven-
end of emotion, and you
have not even a residue
of strength left. You reach
what seems the end
of your reserves,
the end of you, but
it is then you realize,
just as self slips
over into the breaking,
you were never
going to make it
in your own power —
God’s grace is all
you ever needed.
—C.L. Fisher, October 2020
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