It's easier said than done...

Honey, I've read the words from your soul. And my soul aches with you. I too found myself crying today (my cell phone is broken and I won't be able to get one in the near future). Now, the tears weren't so much based off of that, but the tears just started falling like something was seriously wrong with me. My friends were like, "Girl, it's going to be okay. Don't stress over it." But, they didn't understand where the tears were coming from because clearly, I didn't even know. Maybe I was crying your tears too. That's just an obscure thought, but maybe we are connected on that level, where when you feel pain, I feel it too. And it's not a pretty feeling, I know.

Now, I can't sit here and tell you what to do to make you feel better. Only time (humanity's worse enemy in times like this) will tell. But what I can say is that you are not forgotten. No matter what you feel, know that the ONE has it all under control. You have to have faith in times like this to make it through. Without it, it will be pure hell. And remember, I' m here. I might not be physically there (which would be awesome), but I'm here thinking about you and praying (if you don't pray, rest assured that you're covered on my end). But, I've learned that it's when you're down that God wants to hear from you the most. Be real; that's all He wants.

To sum this all up, I looked up a passage of scripture that you might be able to relate to. Pay attention, particularly to the psalmist's consistent thought in the passage. I challenge you to give it a try. Just try, and wait patiently......

Psalm 42
As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, "Where is your God?"
These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the festive throng.
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.
My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon-from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.
By day the Lord directs his love, at night his song is with me-a prayer to the God of my life.
I say to God my Rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning oppressed by the enemy?"
My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, "Where is your God?"
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.