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Dear Lord,
While I am still in a sound and right mind; I ask that you be with me in those times I am not. In those times that I feel too weak to pray or call on your name, please be with me. Those times when I allow Satan to filter my mind with thoughts contrary to Your word, when he tries to convince me that I am less than and not equal to those things that you say I am, please be with me. In those moments when my anxiety and depression reach an all time low, and all I can see is darkness and despair, please be with me. When I am feeling all alone, let me know you are there. When my mind races and my thoughts flow rapidly, and I lie awake all night pondering the stresses of my life, please be with me. Please be with me God. I ask you now while I feel strong, while the enemy hasn’t encamped their army around me. Bring back to my remembrance, Romans 8:37 “Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loves us”, and 2 Corinthians 12:9-10 “But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong” and Psalm 30:5 …weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning” and Psalm 139:14 “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well”. Let me remember Jeremiah 29:11 which says “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future” and Isaiah 59:19 “…When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the Spirit of the LORD shall lift up a standard against him.” Let me not forget, John 10:10 “The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly” and Romans 8:31 “What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?”. Let me understand that according to Psalm 91:1 “He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.” And finally Lord, allow your Holy Spirit to recite to me
The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
He leads me beside quiet waters,
He refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
for His name’s sake.
Even though I walk
through the darkest valley,[a]
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely your goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.
All these things I ask in the name of your Son Jesus, Amen.
Written By Melinda Y. Sanders
2011 ©

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