“Are you brave enough to pray and believe that God hears you and changes things?”
Like a ton of bricks thrown at my heart, making it hard to breathe, I reelthrough pain that was just a shadow. Maybe I have been hiding it for many years. Maybe I am good and pretending everything is fine, that I can muster up of the energy and positivity to get through my days.
Except…there are days I am knocked on my knees with an overwhelming sense of fear and anxiety about this life. The voice that says, I messed everything up, it’s too late to change, I will forever feel this way, becomes louder. The weight of the heavy reminder of pain of unanswered prayers, of hurt covered up by behavior modification or legalism.
But NO, I am not brave. Not even close. I don’t believe that anything…
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