Why is it that every time we have a trial we wait until we have exhausted all other options before we begin to pray for the Lord’s direction. It’s not about us, but about what the Lord desires for our lives. He knows the plans that he has for us, to prosper us and to keep us healthy and in tune with him. He desires our worship and with our worship we will gain strength to overcome the battles that we must fight. We must fight the good fight of faith. Sometimes we may get weary of the fight and that is when prayer becomes a powerful weapon. If we could get a revelation of the power that we have in prayer, we could impact our world. No more would we fear the trials of life, rather we would replace our fears with trust in the Lord. He is our strength and our song. We all need to have an attitude of prayer:
I left ripe gardens happy, while I confronted fear.
I thirsted for deliverance, after you promised. I’d thirst no more.
Angrily, I walked through the garden, midst the green and fertile soil
But you led me away to the desert, arid and dry of hope.
Still I blindly walked, in search of truth.
then, you led me to the mountain
Where weakened by my losses, I failed to wait on your promise.
So, I wandered alone and stumbled,
Falling deep into my night. But you drew me into your arms,
Beside still waters and your light.
I waited forever, it seemed, and in my despair,
I decided it was no use to tarry, so I left my prayers there.
I walked on through the tempest, my night and storms prevailed.
down the path that you prepared for me.
Enticed by its wondrous mystery,
I traveled the rich and leafy loam
To a place I’d seldom gone.
When I began to seek your face
You taught me to abide–
I gave you weakness for my offering, Under your pavilion I did hide.
But you didn’t forsake me, Gave me of your abundant supply.
Beckoned me to drink all of it, Not once forsaking my cry.
Daily we die to sin, another victory we win.
Teach me to say,
“Not my will, but thine be done.”
What once overwhelmed me
You allowed it for my good.
For it was in my deepest valley
That you covered me with your blood.
In the Time of the Lattereign 