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"Help of the Helpless Lord, Abide with me"

There are times in everyone's life when faith is gone and hope is lost.

 Oftentimes, this is a time when life has dealt a strong blow to your peace and shattered your desire to hold on a little bit longer. You are walking without convinction and you are uncertain which way to go. 

Why bother act when you don't believe? 

You have made decisions you thought were good and pleasant to the lord. 

You have supported good causes and have been a decnt human being. 

Despite all your good effort life just doesn't seem to favour the good. Why is this? 

You and I have experienced such a day, week, month, year- even years of darkness hovering over our heads like the clouds in the sky. 

As if we have been cursed. We begin to contemplate if we have been journeying on the right road. Why is the road so narrow? 

Why does the road not look so straight
 anymore? Which way do I go?

You begin to  ask yourself whether you ever believed and whether believeing was worth it.

You begin to question the most innocent occurances in your life because everything should happen for a reason. 

You wish you could predict the begining of your pains and could command they fall behind thee like Jesus majestically commanded in the wilderness.

These times never come once or twice in a lifetime.They come in seasons and as such have the power to turn what was once warm, cold.

There maybe times, inbetween the winters of our lives when we feel like summer might just come sooner rather than later.  These feelings weigh down on us like a rock tied around our neck. 

In these moments, who we believe and who we listen to are just as imporatnat as what we do and not do. 

It has been said that if your faith is as small as a mustard seed, it can still grow into a giant tree with countless branches.

So, don't let the storms of life drown your dreams for a good life. 





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