We hold our breath, we are a prayer weary school this year. We wish it was songs of joy that we would be lifting high. Lucky I am to be surrounded by women of faith in a world without faith…but right now we have cried out in prayer so long and so hard, that our eyes are dry with solemn looks. This I know…
You, God, are my God,
earnestly I seek you;
I thirst for you,
my whole being longs for you,
in a dry and parched land
where there is no water. Psalm 63
I cling to him today. He will quench my thirst. He will flood this weary building with new hope if we seek him with our hearts and lean in for direction.
Our strength comes from our God. When it is dark, he shines .