in this moment i'm exhausted from the brokenness of the world.
the root of evil seems so deep and twisted and strong. i feel like a small starving withered frail seed that's just budding and barely has a grasp in the soil...it wants to bring light and health to those around it. ..but. ..it's being engulfed by a ugly dirty and rotten root.
.. each broken heart i see. each crushed spirit. each injured mind. each bruised body... i'm carrying them all but i'm not strong enough. but i can't let them go. ..but they weigh on my mind and pierce into my heart so deep...i don't know what to do with them. i want to fix them...i can't. i want to hold them and make the pain stop. stop the bleeding. but the bleeding is so deep i can't touch it. it's out of control. it's out of MY control...

but my God is strong. and he is in me. his spirit holds eternal endurance...it isn't tired by repeated exposure to brokenness. it rests in truth and power. it is constant. so i called upon the name of the Lord...and he answered me. and the withered bud i once was - revived. it's roots grew deeper than sin and brokenness - feeding of truthful promises. it's branches reached out in hope and are still stretching even now. ... for life is attainable only through Christ. He is greater than the powers of darkness...and His love IS enough to mend all brokenness. this i remember... and of this i am sure...and i am hopeful and steady and strong once more.