On the surface, an appropriate term would be “bleak”
Tension eats you and your lunch
You listen to the whispers of doubt
You don’t exhale – the confidence bulldozers are revving their engines
Of course you return to pre-school antics: woe is me, not good enough, not my fault, victim
You search for release
An anchor to pull you way, way above this mess
It’s the same source as always
Duh
He reminds you that if you crumble in hard times, then who were you really?
He’s training you; He disciplines those He loves
Faith is about the unseen
Be encouraged and wait
He’s never failed you yet
Keri S. Smith
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