More Praise for Relief

Wende at Evidently invited her readers to share the “words that get you through, words that express your joy or sorrow or fear or awe of life … the words that sustain you.”

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, and have been so keenly aware of how words spoken and words THOUGHT go about shaping our perception of the world, ourselves, the ones we love. 

I have no great fear in sharing that it has been tough to adjust to a new baby, a new career path for my husband, and and entirely new state and state of mind.  I have discovered that my health and happiness *depend* on my attitude, so I have gone about trying to figure out, What Will Pull Me Through?  

It is a no-brainer to realize that my faith is everything.  Knowing that I have a Father in Heaven mindful of my every need is often enough to sustain me.  But I also need something concrete to roll around in my brain and on my lips – I need solid *words* to pull me through.

There is a hymn we sign at church, “More Holiness Give Me.”  Here are the lyrics in their entirety:

1. More holiness give me,
More strivings within,
More patience in suff’ring,
More sorrow for sin,
More faith in my Savior,
More sense of his care,
More joy in his service,
More purpose in prayer.

2. More gratitude give me,
More trust in the Lord,
More pride in his glory,
More hope in his word,
More tears for his sorrows,
More pain at his grief,
More meekness in trial,
More praise for relief.

3. More purity give me,
More strength to o’ercome,
More freedom from earth-stains,
More longing for home.
More fit for the kingdom,
More used would I be,
More blessed and holy—
More, Savior, like thee.

This a good, meaty song; there’s so much to be taken from it – you could extract one single principle and spend your entire life trying to perfect it. 

But for me, right now, I’m focusing on “More praise for relief.” 

Sometimes when I feel like I’ve been toiling for so long to keep things *maintained*, there will be a brief break in the action and I’m tempted to think either  “It’s about time!” or “How long will THIS last?”.  I often forget to just stop and quietly give God praise for allowing me to rest, to feel relief.

So, every single time I feel a little of the weight lifted, I say a prayer.  A quick, silent prayer, just to let God know that I see His hand in my life.  I find that I’ve begun to grow more in my moments of relief, and that even if they are just that – moments – it’s enough to help me endure.