Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the end of the earth I call to You, when my heart is overwhelmed and weak; lead me to the rock that is higher than I [a rock that is too high to reach without Your help]. For You have been a shelter and a refuge for me, a strong tower against the enemy.
Psalm 61:1-3 (AMP)
I read the above verse this morning and it resonated with me. It probably resonates with you as well for who has not at one time or another felt overwhelmed and weak. I know I did yesterday and in today's fast moving, global society it seems like this problem has only escalated.
Over the past eight years, I have learned about what happens when we are overwhelmed than I ever wanted to know. After sustaining a brain injury, I discovered that my "apple cart" is much more easy to upset and if I don't watch out, there will be a complete meltdown with me cowering in a corner crying. It isn't pretty.
Oh, but when I remember I can cry out to the Lord what a difference it makes! Instead of running to the proverbial corner, I run to Him and like the loving Father He is, He catches me up and wraps His sheltering arms around me. Then He gently reminds me that I am safe. He will help me do what I need to do and do what I cannot.
Truly God is my shelter, my refuge and a strong tower against the enemy. When I am overwhelmed and weak, He hears my cry no matter how feeble it is and He will lead me higher than I ever dreamed possible.
I still run and hide in the corner, or under a blanket.