My prayer each day knowing that without God lifting me I will faint in my walk of faith, my journey will be too overwhelming and I might languish. He has to be the one lifting me because the rock is higher than I am, actually too high and mighty for me even to climb. The rock becomes my strong tower. It is here that I am under God’s wings, I place where I can pitch my tent and find Him present.
My prayer is real because God hears me. He grants my requests. He allows me to see His character and preserves me with kindness and faithfulness. For that I praise Him for each day I am able to walk this road that He has charted for me and keep my promise to Him that I will follow Him always.