I missed you. I need you to be my space. I need you to be my safe space. My space of relief. My space of stress relief. My space of connection. Anxiety overwhelms me and I need space to process. I need space to think. I need space to surrender. To breathe.
I feel lonely and anxious – confused by a lot of things and worried about more. I need your space to connect and process and know I am not alone.
In the darkness, we find our light. In the midst of it we can find our hope, our childlike faith. It will return, it always does. I gotta trust that. It will return, it always does. God doesn’t leave me or forsake me. He is right here beside me. Every freaking step of the way. I know it’s for good. I know it’s for good.
God, I believe, help my unbelief.