I am tired, weary and beaten down. I cry out for a friend and the emptiness of the room made me realize I was alone. I can't run to my family. I can't run to the people I grew up with. It was God and me. It was dark, cold and windy. I felt like a sinking boat with a hopeless end. I still do. But God is faithful and I must hold on to the hope and promises He offers. Otherwise, I shall perish in the deep sea of sin of a comfortable and compromised life.
When I can't sleep, I just write.
I just write.
When I can't sleep, I just write.
I just write.
Through the strong winds of the storm do we gain strength. Otherwise the slightest breeze would cause us to topple over.
ReplyDeleteoh and listen to Josh Groban "You Are Loved" :)