The Thin Line

Recently, while out of town, my regular morning prayer routine was altered, and the stress of life seemed to weigh more heavily on my soul. A voice in my head whispered that a specific situation was hopeless, and I could feel a tugging, threatening to pull me under. For an entire day I saw only the hopelessness, my inabilities, and all my limitations. And for an entire day I felt the heaviness.

But by the grace of God, the next morning I discovered a beautiful Catholic Church directly across the street from the conference I was attending. Spending my lunch and conference break in that church later that day was the best decision I could have made. And walking out of that church 35 minutes later I had both a renewed sense of Peace and the beginning verse of this poem...

The Thin Line

I think sometimes
There’s a very thin line
Between helplessness and despair.

On the helpless side:
I am quick to describe
All that I cannot do.

But the Lord helps me see
It’s my inability
That leads to His providential care.

On the hopeless side:
I again describe
All that I cannot do.

But my inability
Weighs heavily
And I’m crushed beneath my cares.

The other day
I toed this line
Between helplessness and despair.

Though my feet rested
In my poverty,
I nearly toppled over...

Rescued only by
The Grace of God

When I lifted my voice in prayer.


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