17 Though the fig tree may not blossom, Nor fruit be on the vines; Though the labor of the olive may fail, And the fields yield no food; Though the flock may be cut off from the fold, And there be no herd in the stalls— 18 Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. 19 The Lord God is my strength; He will make my feet like deer’s feet, And He will make me walk on my high hills.
Habakkuk 3:17-19
Though my heart feels empty and unworthy you make all things right.Though the branches wither & break & cant hold on you strengthen me daily singing over me your unchanging melodies of comfort and grace. In the morning when I awake just give me Jesus He is all that I,need. I rejoice in you Lord you are my strength. You lift me up higher and say come up higher!You lift me up to high ground away from the dangers but high up near you in safety where I am not prey but can pray in peace without feeling hunted where I can eat and drink in your presence. You are my saving grace. Although I labor here on earth you are my salvation apart from you I can do nothing apart from you I am nothing but the dirt on my heels. You make me who I am. I am eternally grateful for your grace and mercy Lord