When I can't feel you, I have learned to reach out just the same. When I can't hear you, I know you still hear every word I pray.And I want you more than I want to live another day.And as I wait for You, maybe I'm made faithful.I'm learning right now a lot about what it means to be broken. As I learn, I am being broken. It hurts. It's hard. And it's beautiful. I have struggled with depression for about 9 years. So many times I ask God why I am still going through this, but I know that I have much to learn from it. Usually I see God despite my depression....
Saturday, May 1, 2010
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