There is that intense need again, Lord.

I don’t really know why it comes or where it comes from.

It’s that need to be alone—to isolate myself. But I know that’s an impossibility. My world revolves around the "others" in it.

The press of people, the demand of duties, the tyranny of the urgent—they have all dealt hard blows to my chosen path of quiet contentment and joyous victory.

Of course, I know that You can and will overcome this sense of being pushed and pulled and shoved and put on display. How many times have I experienced Your tenacious devotion when this happens to me? Your power. Your wisdom. Your love. Your patience.

I guess my feeling of weariness and weakness only enables You to move more freely.

Thank You, Lord, for rescuing me—for pulling me out of the depths. I know that I could NOT face life without You—indeed, I would choose to not face life without You.

But then, how could I separate You from me?

You are my Source of Life—the breath I breathe.

You are my Motivator in Life—my reason for breathing.

You are my Goal in Life—my prize—the finish line.

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In Him we live and move and exist.
God, in whose hand are your life-breath
and your ways.
In whose hand is the life of every living thing and the breath of all mankind.

Acts 17:28
Daniel 5:23
Job 12:10