Dear God… It’s Kay. I think we need to talk. I was so lost. I was screaming. Screaming and screaming for it all to stop. I laid on the bathroom floor feeling completely empty. And I said… Dear God… Please help me. I was in my darkest hour. But I held onto my faith. Every day I try my best to choose faith over fear and anxiety. But unfortunately… That’s just not always in the cards for me. God knows the miles I’ve walked in these shoes. He knows my heart and where it goes. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Slow down… Every ship is not sinking. Have faith, honey. This is temporary. I felt buried in rocks. But He helped me every day. I didn’t ask… I just prayed. Puzzled with passion. And purpose for healing. Finding my faith again somewhere along the way. Can’t stop now. God… Thank You. For helping me back up off that floor. For my family. For the village I have all around me. I’m beyond blessed. And knowing God’s got me… That feels a little different to me. I’m still learning. Still finding my way. But this time… I’m holding onto my faith. Amen.
