Thursday - March 5

Prayer from Mary Beth Booker

I will exalt you, Lord, for you lifted me out of the depths and did not let my enemies gloat over me.

Lord my God, I called to you for help, and you healed me.

You, Lord, brought me up from the realm of the dead; you spared me from going down to the pit.

So many times my anxious heart, after fretting over what I should do or how I should proceed, ends up simply crying out "Help me, God! Be merciful!". After all this time I would think I should know to skip the whole fretting part and go straight to the trusting, but I still go through the same cycle when some hard thing presents itself: fret, ruminate, cry out. And every time you show yourself faithful. You help when you choose not to spare, but you often spare. All of your goodness for my weakness. Let my heart sing to you and not be silent!