Despair, meet hope.

I awake in weariness

Unable to rise

The thought of the day saps.


Troubles bear burdens

Despair sits as lead

The weight of a mountain descended

Leaving me still in bed.


Oh, Come Lord Jesus, come!

Come drive this all away

Come usher in the new.

Won’t you…



The utter lifting of burdens

The casting off of all dread

The light brilliantly shining, piercing

Glory of God revealed, in full.


This is to come,

He will return.


What of the now?


There is still a lifting

of burdens to be had

A strength when we have none.

There is One who says:

‘My grace is sufficient,

My power

made perfect in weakness.’

And still he says:


All you who are

burdened and heavy laden


I will give you rest.’


And so, in my weakness

Lord be my strength

Your shoulders broader than mine

To bear what I cannot

(…and should not?)


And for my downcast soul

Perspective needs to flood

A clearing of the fog, with

Eyes to see your goodness

and sovereignty and love.


You are

Constant and faithful

And every bit true.


Your intrinsic worth and immeasurable value of majesty

your cross and sin bearing goodness.

You are!


In gentleness take my hand

And lead me on.

The Resurrection hope awaits

And joy, even now, through the clouds,

breaks in.



Whom have I in heaven but you?

And earth has nothing I desire besides you.

My flesh and my heart may fail,

but God is the strength of my heart

and my portion forever.

~ Psalm 73:25-26

Fears in context

There is comfort in knowing that my fears are not bigger than God

They will not overcome him, they cannot

He is too big!


Though they seem large and looming

My problems are well within the grasp of the God

The God who is wise when I am not

Strong when I am far from it

And good beyond any goodness I know


And so not always having the answers

Yet knowing I need to trust in the God who does.

The God who is both good and willing.

And that makes the difference,

Not only that he is good

But that he chooses to direct his goodness towards me

The loving Father of the Jesus who suffered in my place.


So the struggle will be

Not with the fears themselves

(although my focus will be drawn to them)

But with making sure that my vision remains

Remembering and seeing

That God is far bigger than any of my worries.


The cross of Christ makes it clearer most

That he is good

And did I mention willing?

Longing to lovingly care for his children,

And that surely includes me.


Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ!

Who is bigger than all our worries

Even though oft’ we forget.