Let your soul admit this:
“I am a pitiful, weak creature, unstable as water. I cannot excel. This corruption is too hard for me, and it is on the verge of ruining my soul. I do not know what to do. My soul has become like parched ground, and habitat for dragons. I have made promises and broken them; vows and engagements have meant nothing to me. I have had many temptations over which I got victory. I should be delivered, but I am deceived. So I can plainly see that without some superior help, I am lost. If I continue on this path, I will be triumphed over until I completely relinquish God. But although this is my condition, let the hands that hang down be lifted up, and the weak knees be strengthened. Behold the Lord Christ, who has all the fullness of grace in his heart and all the fullness of power in his hand. He is able to slay all these who are his enemies.”
There are sufficient provisions in Christ for my relief and assistance. He can take my drooping, dying soul and make me more than a conqueror.
~ John Owen
