It's difficult, but possible

Some days he wished he could say to her:

To God be the glory

It was good to have confided in the Comforter, to have cast my cares upon Him, to hide His Word is my heart.

For God is faithful.

To God be the glory.

Dear God:

When you hit rock bottom, who do you turn to for counsel? Who do you turn to to cast your cares?

To love?

I hate this hypocrisy. I hate this injustice. But to love. What is to love?

Yet words scar.

Let go

It's just one of those days that I wish I could shut off all the noise around me. Yet not be alone.