At such a low, my need draws my gaze upward and I am reminded
He is here.
Not only is he here, but this is His, if I will hand it over.
Self-pity overtakes and I wonder why I'm the only one (it would seem) fighting this battle; why this; why me? But in the midst of worrying my half-prayers and speaking my concerns, I begin to let. it. go. And I realize I have so very much to learn.
The prayers become earnest, trusting, true. And then, a peace. Not a resolution, but a clarity.
This battle is ongoing, and I can see that victory will not be decisive, abrupt, but a looking-back-from-down-the-road, and realizing that we made it through and that, just as He told me, everything did, indeed, turn out for our good.
