Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I think things I'm ashamed to even think. Sometimes life just gets so hard. Sometimes I am so at the end of my rope, I simply don't know if I can stay sane.
Sometimes I feel like God doesn't hear me or care about my problems.
It's hard to say outloud what I think in my head when it's so wrong.
Sometimes I think it's not worth it. Why do I keep following God? Why don't I just give up and live however I please? I guess in those dark, empty moments, the only thing that keeps me believing is the thought that it's even worse without God. I might feel unheard and uncared for, but there certainly isn't anyone else who will care for me like He does.
I have to keep forcing myself to believe that I'm not forsaken.
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