When no matter how much you drop to your knees, the Lord’s voicemail seems full all the time.
Those feelings of skepticism and disbelief. Why am I here? What is this teaching me? How do I constantly manage to choose the wrong pill? Who can I talk to that won’t make me feel more sorry for myself or leaving me feeling judged? When, Lord, when will you see me through my test?
I don’t ask for, nor expect handouts or sympathy celebrations. I just yearn to feel free again!