My God help me, I’ve made a mess again. This mountain in front of me seems impossible to climb. Old habits are calling me. The self loathing wants to take over my mind. Tell me that you are still here. The joy is slipping away with each trial. Each day God I am fighting to keep joy, and fighting off the doubt. My God, may your peace come over me, and tell me it will all be alright. I know you see every tear, every tremble in my heart. God you are for me and so I lay it all down before you. These circumstances will not define me.They will not reduce me to my former self. I will sing in the rain. I will dance in spite of it all. Worry will not keep me up at night. I will sleep soundly knowing you are in control. Whatever comes against me God you are there fighting for me, I need only be still.