Heavenly Father, I am physically weak today. My illness has worsened, my spirits are down. I have nothing in the tank today. I am under great pressure financially, far beyond my ability to endure, so that I do despair, if not of life itself, at least of hope that I can find a way out.
Your servant David was lost in a desert cave with no hope. I cry out with him, in the same desperation, that you are my God. I will earnestly seek you in a dry and parched land where there is no water. These wells of my old life that I have relied upon, my wits and smarts that always know the next thing to do… these wells are parched and dry.
You have pressed me from behind and before… removed from me all security, and now health too. You have placed me in a desert place. Is it so I can see that your love is better than life? Do I have this sentence of death so that I might rely only on you, the One who raises the dead?
I have seen you in the sanctuary. You are magnificent beyond words. I have seen your power and glory… and your tender loving kindness towards me.
Because your love is truly better than life, my lips will praise you. I will bless you as worthy of everything I have. I will be satisfied in my soul with you, and you alone.
Raise me from the dead hopes and dreams of my old life. I look away from my old self reliance and I surrender my thoughts and the work of my hands to you. You will guide me, deliver me and you alone will receive all of the praise as the Giver of Life.