Our society has changed so much since I was a child. Respect seems to be an admirable quality of the past- respect that was once taught from an early age, and expected, has seemed to fly away with the age old idea of writing a letter to a friend..
I have not turned away from God, or stopped trusting Him; on the contrary, my only refuge in this storm is Jesus Christ. Saturated with fears and anguish to the core of my being, my release comes every day as I share the truths of my heart with Him.
Nothing about my story is special. Not the pain of my past. Not the surviving I had to do. Not the suicidal thoughts I've lived with. Not one single health difficulty, physical or mental.
The circle itself is exhausting, the emotions life changing. Nevertheless, we do not give up.
The feeling of doom settles so deeply in your veins that it crushes you. My stomach took on being the teacups at Disney the rest of the day, my chest lifted weights the rest of the night. My mind refused to shut off.
To assume “God” will never give us more than we can handle expresses a limit that God simply does not have.
This has been a long day, and one I hope to forget soon. I know that is not the answer- but some days it just seems to be easier to wish such foolish things, if even for a brief second.
Run, little girl, run. Straight to the precipice down below. Run, run, as far as you can No where else to go.
s much as I love those times of running away, God tells me I do not have to run to rest.
I searched the pockets cautiously, hoping God was wrong-yes, I literally hoped He, God, was wrong.