It's hard some days to keep my chin up, honestly.
I'm trying to work it out, to find the balance.
In every direction that I turn or look, there's trouble or dire threat.
Or the source of a hurting heart.
Or my own weakness.
In all directions, save one.
I will lift up my eyes to the hills—
From whence comes my help?
My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.
Psalm 121:1-2
Thank You, LORD, for your unending faithfulness to me, even when I am undeserving; and for keeping me steady, balanced, and hopeful as I continue to cross the wire.
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