This has been a very hard season.
I am at the end of myself, which I know in my head is probably a good thing, but in my heart it feels like I'm falling into a void.
The one thing I am trying to remember:
There's a heart in my chest that is precious and worth fighting for.
And even when it feels like no one else is fighting for it, not even my own self, God still is. He never tires or grows weary of me and my brokenness. He never runs out of patience with me. Even when healing seems to be slow in coming. When I can't see Him or feel Him, when I feel so deeply alone, He's there... gently filling my lungs up with my very next breath.
So, that's where I'm at now.
Breathing. Holding on.
And praying that He'll come through and save me.
He's done it before. Logic tells me that He can do it again.