You have given me life.

I woke up this morning feeling absolutely ecstatic.
I can breathe!

My God, He has given me breath today, and it means He is not finished with me! I get another day in this world! I have been blessed, with another day to serve and to love. To have Christ pour into me, and pour out of me.
Another day to fall all the more in love with Him.

Each minute that passes is biting into the finest, most decadent chocolate.

the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.

This week I do not feel strong.
I feel broken, damaged, and quite alone in all of it.

A little angry with myself, more than anything, I picked up my prayer journal.
Feeling the weight of abandonment, and the suffering from it, I began to write. I trembled, afraid of what might lie in wait for me tonight, crouching, in the anticipation of devouring my weak soul. I suppose it's better tender.

I continued to write, fearing being alone. Knowing I hadn't the energy to talk with anyone, but knowing every single teardrop that fell would be seen by my Dad. As I built in fear toward the dangers of the night, I noticed that my music had cut out. Not caring enough to fix it, I continued to jot down my prayers. I thought about the awful beast ready to devour me, and how I couldn't go it alone.
I wrote:

Temptation is strong. I can't just sit here

...I was thinking "sit here alone" but didn't want to write it...and as I finished my word, suddenly my music cut back in.

"You're not alone. Come to the cross, let Me show you where your heart belongs."

I wept. Not a more beautiful truth could have been spoken.
Thank you my Friend.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

"What in the dickens are you doing writing at 3:57 in the morning?!" you might exclaim, upon noting the time of this post.

To which I would embarrassed, but learning from my mistake, reply with advice "never decide to try out tetris at midnight."

--Don't judge me now! I've learned my lesson.

I realize, yes, this is a proposterous hour to be up, on a weekday.