No Words

It's here. The first day of school. 
Last night, I thought of writing, but had no words. 
I thought of praying, but could not think of anything else to say. 
I had said it all. 
I had prayed every prayer. 
None of it would change the fact that school would start today.
I received several messages from friends last night. They were praying for me and for O on what would be his first day of kindergarten. I felt so grateful for these prayers, because I didn't have any left.

In this post, I wrote of O's early life. Of a time, when I couldn't pray. When it seemed too hard to even go to God. It just hurt too much. At that time, I was also grateful for the prayers of my friends and family. I know that God was sustaining me during that time. Not because of me, but because of Him, and because of the pleas of my friends and family to Him.

I'm not sure what this day will hold. But, I read this verse in my devotion this morning...

And the Holy Spirit helps us in our weakness. For example, we don’t know what God wants us to pray for. 

But the Holy Spirit prays for us with groanings that cannot be expressed in words. 

Romans 8:26 (NLT)

Seems appropriate, doesn't it?

When I am weak, He is strong. 
When, I feel like I can do no more, He takes care of the rest.