[this is something I wrote last year, but I wanted to share it again]
The sky is dark and filled with lashed hopes and dreams. Every beautiful and wonderful thought has turned to the blackest nightmares. It seems as if I've been blindsided by a two by four. As if there's a target on my back. I am broken. Never have I felt so hopeless so abandoned. I am on my knees. I can't do this alone. I can't. For once I thought I might be rid of rough ocean waves and finally see the calm open waters; but this was not so. My hopes were shattered as I was taken under. This was one thing I did not expect. Yet I still have hope. The hand of God pulls us out and we are not consumed. His love is beyond all that I can grasp, and his plan is higher than my vision. For every night there is a morning. For every tear, there is laughter. As I run to my Father and hug Him tight, He quietly whispers to me, "My child, hold on. This too shall pass."
Lamentations 3:22 "Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail."
