People with anxiety don’t have a train of thought, we have about seven trains on four tracks that narrowly avoid each other when paths cross and all the conductors are screaming.
Come to the alter, your Fathers arms are open wide. Forgiveness, was bought with; the precious blood of Jesus Christ. Bear your cross as you wait for the crown, tell the world of the treasure you found.
Some days I wish I could it take away. Other days I wish I could shake reality into her. I pray to God, I curse his blessings. He’s given me everything in them, yet the pain is unbearable. I see their beauty, I see their greatness. But the pain is all to excruciating. To do … More Her pain
I saw your post. I saw your pain. I saw your tears. I heard your cry. Though society has you hide. My God teaches me to seek. I reach for your being. Even as you hide. I lift you in prayer. I acknowledge your anguish. I seek for you. A new beginning.