It’s always the same story, different day. Me needing Him. Me needing Jesus. Me needing grace. Me needing restoring. Me needing healing. You’d think He would get tired of us needy humans.
But He does something when I run to Him in my neediness — like yesterday. He responds when I reach that point when I honestly say (again!), “God I’m weary. I need Your mercy to fall.” When we reach the point where we literally can’t take another step unless He moves our feet, He sheds rays of light.
I mean, I get what the Psalmist meant when he said, “Some wandered in desert wastes, finding no way to a city to dwell in; hungry and thirsty, their soul fainted within them. Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, and he delivered them from their distress.” Psalm 107:4-6
I get that. I’ve experienced that, over and over again.
His deliverance isn’t always the same. Sometimes it’s tangible. Sometimes I can touch it and see it with physical eyes. But other times it stirs in the deep places of my soul.
I cry out, He delivers. I cry out, He delivers. So faithful.
We’re needy. He made us that way. In this unpredictable, fear-evoking world, the only place to find hope and peace is with Him. When we cry out and declare our need, He delivers. And He keeps on delivering, sometimes while leaving us in the messiest of situations.
Fill me, Lord…
What does “deliverance” look like to you?
How has He delivered you recently?
