It’s been a week of restless nights.  One month from today the LoveManifest team will board a plane for India, and with it, comes the usual check list that plays (and replays) in times reserved for dreaming.

Each day I’ve been awakened by a song in my head.  Today a little earlier than usual.  5am.  But waking up to a song is not unusual at all.  The song… maybe.  It goes like this:

I need a hero

I’m holding out for a hero ’til the end of the night

He’s gotta be strong, he’s gotta be fast

And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight

I need a hero

I’m holding out for a hero ’til the morning light

He’s gotta be sure, he’s gotta be soon

And he’s gotta be larger than life, larger than life

This is a common theme for me.  In essence, Lord, I need You.  My great prayer.  The best I’ve got.  When push comes to shove, I don’t get too complicated or wordy.  I just sing, “Lord I need You”.   I need a hero, and He’s gotta more than a “white knight on a fiery steed”.

A gentle King on a donkey is perfect.

I love how David Crowder puts it.  “God I need a Savior.  Come, Jealous King.”

Tuesday, after one of these restless nights, I prayed that prayer, and opened my Bible to Mark 6:31.  “Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.”

An invitation for the disciples (and me, and you) to come away with Him.  To rest in His Presence, and be refreshed.  What a loving God He is!  Yes!  My answer is YES!

The pre-India battle cannot be won by me, but only for me, by Him.  I’m continually brought to my knees, and thanking God as He reminds me He will provide everything I need, when I take the time to talk to Him, listen, and follow His perfect instruction.  It’s a time I’m learning to love, because I am forced to be in constant contact with Him.  My other choice is to live in turmoil.

Do you ever feel alone in your battle?  We all do sometimes.  But you’re not.  I’m not.  Take a step back and think about this for a minute.  Then pray the simple prayer.  “Lord, I need You”, and take time quietly resting in His Presence.

Love, Val