
Sometimes I feel very small. Very insignificant. Sometimes I wish I could simply disappear and not exist. Sometimes it is other people's words, sometimes it is situations and sometimes it is simply a vastness of reality. Not my reality but the immensity of it all.
Sometimes I just want to stay in my bed and hide. Sometimes the darkness of the night is better than the reality of dreams Sometimes it simply does not make sense, and I don't want to make sense of it. Sometimes I really don't want to think just feel. Sometimes I just want out of it all. I want to lose myself.
Sometimes I feel I'm not good enough. Sometimes I feel there is not enough. Sometimes I realize I am not enough.
In the moment of paralysis I must trust, I seek. In the moment of stillness, I hear the little words of encouragement. In the moment of consciousness, I find hope and a reason to go on.
Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. Luke 11:9