Today I am just at the end of me. I don’t have any more bright ideas, and I don’t have much energy to care. I don’t think I can possibly push through, I don’t even feel like I can cry.
Been there? I sure have. More than once. More times than I can count actually. It’s the “end of me” and it feels so hopeless. But this is the point where God starts. He can finally begin His best work!
Begin to really have His way. Begin to move in specifics He could not before, because I was in the way …pushing, trying to get outcomes that were never mine to get.
He allows me to get here. He waits for me to reach bottom, like an addict. To see I can’t, so He can. It has happened before and it will happen again. At least I realize a bit sooner, try to go slower, wait more patiently. Still it’s, ok.
At the end of me is the best place to be! A deflated self, a humble acknowledging that I can’t do it… even a little. He is my only Hope. He is my only Salvation. He is my Refuge.
“On God rests my salvation and my glory; God is my strong rock, my refuge.
Trust Him at all times, O people;
pour out before Him your heart.
God is a refuge for us. Selah” Psalm 62:7–8
Yes, LORD, hear my heart.