Struggle.
Weary.
Tired.
Exasperated.
All synonyms for how I’m feeling lately. Six months of not enough sleep and I have become a walking shell of myself. So last week, I began singing a song the Lord put in my heart. It is an old hymn that I remember singing at church when I was a little girl. The chorus goes like this:
I need thee, oh I need thee.
Every hour I need thee.
Oh bless me now my Savior,
I come to thee.
Every hour I need thee.
Oh bless me now my Savior,
I come to thee.
Guess what the closing song of invitation was Sunday morning during our very contemporary worship service? “I Need Thee Every Hour.” It was as though I was the only one in the 5,000 seat auditorium and He played it just for me. Then I heard the Lord whisper,
I see you.
You are never alone.
I am at work.
This is all part of the plan.
I have you right where I want you —needing Me every hour.
I discovered today, that this hymn was written in June of 1872 by Annie Hawks, a housewife in Brooklyn. She wrote this beautiful prayer of dependence on the Lord while working in the kitchen.
Looking Forward,
Stacey
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