I can remember a time when these were the only words I could give because I had none of my own. Desperately clinging to God and His Word and, truly, just begging these words. Save me. Help me. Rescue me. I opened my Bible on Sunday with the purpose of practicing a little hand lettering and it opened to this page, still creased and a little wrinkly from tear drops and smudged from my finger running over and over and over the words. I could remember it so clearly and was completely filled up with gratitude at how far God had taken me from that time as a brand new mom, absolutely terrified and filled with so much anxiety that even walking down the steps of my porch was unimaginable. ⠀
Ever been there, friends? Are you there now? ⠀
I want you to know you are loved. I want you to know that begging God, begging your friends, begging your family with real and honest words won't return void. That you aren't bad. That you aren't alone. Remember what He has done for you so far. Remember that He's saved you before and will again. Over and over and over again.