There are times that I feel like writing encouraging things, times I want to write something uplifting, to bring peace to the brokenhearted. Today, I am the broken. I am small, I feel weak, and almost feel as though I have stepped far back from how far I have come. The whole week has been torture, my mind has been spinning out of control, and I feel like rather than standing tall, I have been sinking. My faith has been put to the test, sleep haunts me, my dreams scare me. Wickedness has seeped in. I run from the enemy, I hide behind closed doors in my dreams, but he finds me. I have almost given up, why fight it anymore? I have always been too weak. Always too scared to speak my mind, always afraid of offending someone, and let myself be hurt and abused rather than making things right. Today I feel a rise. It was lost for a while and I felt like I lost myself to failure. Tomorrow will be another day, another trial, another moment of feeling lost, confused, hurt, and burdened. The law and time are against me, but God is for me. I lost my faith for a while, but I feel it slowly returning. Just because one little thing that feels huge has happened doesn’t mean its over, it means I can find yet another miracle, another way to praise God. I have felt neglected by God, and ashamed for feeling it. I feel worthless for not trusting Him, and fearing all week, but today, I believe He speaks to tell me, you are enough. Your failures are not held against you like marks on a slate, you just slipped, but you are climbing back up, and I’m always here to catch you if only you call my name.