They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green, proclaiming, "The Lord is upright; he is my Rock, and there is no wickedness in him." Psalm 92:14-15
I hope I never stop bearing fruit.
Yet, sometimes I wonder.
Will I make it? Do I have what it takes to finish this race? When I am old, will I still be serving the One who made me? Or will I be alone - forsaken because I grew weary in this search for holiness and walked away from the truth?
Lord, I'm tired. I'm weak. With my mouth I proclaim You, but my spirit is silent. My sin nature is whispering, "Come away with me." Help me to find rest in Your arms. Save me, Jesus. Forgive my failures.