Oh, how that word causes me to writhe with pain.

Powerless: helpless, unable to fix my situation. Can there be a more sorrowful place? Stuck, trying to break free, but bound fast by circumstance. All strength and intellect is mustered for resolution. Alas, no change. No difference. No improvement. Status quo.

Hope fades. My countenance falls. My heart is heavy. There is nothing that I can do. I have failed. If I might be saved (and I don’t know that I will) it will be from beyond me. Who shall I turn to? Who can save me from this place of desperation?

Could this be a time for the Lord? Could this be a place for grace? Is this where He does his work? Is this where He wants me to be? Why can’t I have my own strength? Why can’t I save myself? Must I need Him?

Yes, I believe I must. Powerless is the reality of my state. Weak and needy is the truth of my condition.

Powerless, yes. Alone, no.

Desperate, yes. Abandoned, no.

Helpless, yes. Stuck, no.

“Who can save me from this body that is subject to death? Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!” (Romans 7:24-25)

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