by Anna Wieder
This morning I laid on the floor. And cried. And prayed. Which for me is just talking to God.
I didn’t feel like I had the strength to go on. I told God I hurt. I didn’t have the words for how much I hurt. I was glad He knew anyway. I felt shame and defeat. And I felt so tired.
“I hurt and I’m fighting.”
And then I realized, there is a lot of fighting in me, too.
Maybe this is where I am at this moment – in the midst of fighting my story. … Read more...