Last night I could not fall asleep once I crawled into bed.
My mind whirled with thoughts about God and whether or not He cares about me. Some may look at my life's circumstances and think that I am being ridiculous and overly sensitive. Maybe I am. But right now in this moment I feel completely bombarded by crap. And so alone in it.
So, last night in the silence of our bedroom, I cried out to the Creator of the Universe. Begging Him to reach out to me. To help me feel loved. To show me love. To give me love. And to make it abundantly clear that this is Him telling me He loves me.
When will this dry season end? I am so exhausted of it.
My mind whirled with thoughts about God and whether or not He cares about me. Some may look at my life's circumstances and think that I am being ridiculous and overly sensitive. Maybe I am. But right now in this moment I feel completely bombarded by crap. And so alone in it.
So, last night in the silence of our bedroom, I cried out to the Creator of the Universe. Begging Him to reach out to me. To help me feel loved. To show me love. To give me love. And to make it abundantly clear that this is Him telling me He loves me.
When will this dry season end? I am so exhausted of it.
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