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I told God I couldn't take another step

There are some days I feel as though I can't take another step.
I feel as though no matter how hard I try, one foot will not go in front of the other.
I feel paralyzed and stuck.
I don't have the strength. I don't have the courage. I don't have whatever it takes to take another step.

I feel depleted. I feel exhausted. I feel drained.
I feel as though this fight has gone on for one too many rounds.
I feel as though this mountain has grown taller since we first began the climb.
I feel as though this valley has grown longer and deeper since we first began the journey.

I feel as though the tears are blocking the view.
I feel as though the heartache is all consuming.
I feel as though the pain has grown deeper with each passing month.

And so I tell God "I can't take another step."
I can't move from the place I am standing.
I can't go forward.
I don't have the energy to fight.
I don't have the strength to carry on.

It is not from a lack of faith, I know that He will get us through.
It is not from a lack of trust, our dependence is still on Him.

I am just tired.
I am just exhausted.
I am just weak.

And so I tell God "I can't take another step."
But I am not giving up.
I am not quitting.
I am not throwing in the towel.

But I ask God to take that step towards me.
I ask Him to pick me up from where my feet have planted themselves.
I ask Him to to give me fuel for this journey.
I ask Him to pick me up from where I seem to have fallen.
I ask Him to carry me for a little bit.
I ask Him to hold my hand.
I ask Him to walk towards me.

Because I feel as though I can't take another step.

But I know if He picks me up the strength will return.
I know if He holds my hand the peace will be restored.
I know if He carries me for a bit I will be able to make it.
I know He will help me climb the mountain.
I know He will help me endure the journey.
I know He will get us through the valley.

And I know He will help me take one more step.


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