These past 5 to 6 months have been brutal. I’m not even lying a little. There have been moments that I’ve barely even kept my head above water, and quite honestly, I don’t think I did. I believe without a doubt that JESUS has been holding me up when I feel that I can’t stand up and push forward.
Because somehow, I am still here. Standing up. Putting on clothes. Eating food. Going to work. Paying bills. Reading my Bible. Praying like a girl on fire. Pushing forward.
AFTER the bottom dropped out.
After all the bottoms dropped out.
Now I look back at my BEFORE.
And I realize, “WOW, it really wasn’t that great, was it?”
All the change and the breaking and the crushing of ME has created something.
Out of me.