"Give me umption in my gumption; keep me functionin', functionin', functionin'. Give me umption in my gumption, I pray." We used to sing this ditty when I was a much younger man, and thought that my gumption would never need a divine infusion of umption, so I'd never have to ask!
Countless dozens of battles later with one member or another of the unholy trinity – the world, the flesh, and the devil – have taught me differently. They've relentlessly so encrusted my heart and motivations, that I find myself often too weary of struggle to go on.
"O Lord, knowing physician of my beaten up soul, heal me, re-invigorate me, forgive my sorry efforts at holiness and understanding. I can't go another step, or at least it feels that way. I'm so thankful your mercies are new every morning. That promise gives me hope for tomorrow, and a longing for bed."
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