These days are hard ones. I feel like I am barely holding it together or, more accurately, that God is holding my close, keeping me from breaking into a thousand pieces.
I don’t know why I feel this way. Which might be okay cause then I’m not trying to “fix” it but just trusting God is here too. But it’s still hard when you feel broken or isolated or just off.
I traded connection for contact and now don’t know how to get back.
I’m not going to lie and say I’m okay. But I write to ask for patience.
Please don’t give up on me. Know it’s not you. And pray that maybe I find a way to let go of whatever is entangling me and find a bit of rest and freedom.
Breathe and begin again. Breathe. And begin again.