Some days it seems that the trials and tribulations of life have become so intense that my strenght gives out and my energy drops so low that I just fee like giving up. My eyes stop focusing upon the postive and my memory of all the good things that God has done fades, so that hope grows so dim that all I want to do is crawl into bed and forget the never ending struggle of living a life of disabilty and pain.
But as tempting as it is to draw the covers around my head and turn out the light, deep down I know that this is a dangerous step, because the moment that I do, I will have fallen into the life sucking pit of self-pity from which it may take days, months, and even years to climb out of. So with great urgeny at those moments I lift up my voice in urgent prayer, asking the Lord to help me recognize that with His help I can carry on. That in spite of the the daily grind, the constant struggle, and the seemingly endless pain, there is joy to be had. That my life, humble as it may be, does indeed have a purpose so that instead of wandering hopelessly in the valley of despair, my heart can still fly upon the uplifting thermals of hope.
This battle to maintain hope and my deep prayer of longing that God will help me maintain courage, is the source of inspiration for this poem of faith.