Savior please, keep saving me

Every now and then, a song comes along that perfectly describes where I am in my Christian journey. The song above fits that category and speaks to where I am in a more eloquent manner than I ever could ever hope to express on my own. Sometimes, I struggle with how much I can share on this blog about my own personal struggles in the Christian race. I don't want to risk purging too much information, but on the other hand, I've never been one to play the "pretender game." You know, the one where you paint a smile on your face, in spite of a monster storm brewing in your heart and pretend like everything is peachy-Christian-keen? Yeah, that game. So that said, can I just be honest with you for a minute? I have been walking through a pretty difficult trial as of late. Some days, I am strong in the pursuit to stay the course, while other days, not so much. Today, is a "not so much" kind of day.

Even those of us who write the Christian books and speak at the Christian events, hit hurdles in the race course from time to time. And sometimes, just like you, we don't clear a hurdle and find ourselves lying flat on the course with scraped elbows and gravel embedded in our palms and knees. Some hurdles appear out of nowhere and are beyond our control, while others, we drag onto the course ourselves. Regardless of how they got there, if you stumble and fall, the outcome is the same -- you need a helping hand. If I've learned anything over the years, it's how to get back up after stumbling in this Christian race. I know the drill. I've been here before.

And on that note, I covet your prayers. I have an event this weekend where I am scheduled to step up on the platform and deliver God's message to a sold-out crowd of 1100 fellow runners in the Christian race. The hurdles I face are no coincidence -- I know that. The timing is no accident -- I know that. I have no doubt that I am bringing the exact messages God has commissioned me to give and thus, the struggle should come as no surprise. I am honored and humbled beyond belief at the mere thought that God allows me to play any part in presenting His truth to even one, much less 1100 listening pairs of ears. Most importantly, I am more than aware that the messages I am giving this weekend are meant as much for me as anyone else sitting in the audience.

Savior, please, help me stand.
I fall so hard, I fade so fast.
Will You begin right where I end?
And be the God of all I am?

I'm not sure if this song speaks to where you are in this journey, but I'm posting it in the sheer chance that someone else besides just little ol' me needs to hear these words of encouragement. I had a clue it was meant for me when God made sure they played it twice on the radio this morning and then to top it off, He appointed a Facebook friend to "coincidentally" send me a link to the above video in the moments that followed. You know, just in case I somehow, happened to miss the first two clues. Isn't that just like God to show up at my moment of need, bandage my scrapes, and point me toward the finish?