What to do when nothing goes my way with no fight left in me,
When frustration moves in and I don’t feel like caring,
and feelings have become my whole reality?
What to do when I eat my way into depression,
when my spirit is screaming, but no fight is found in me,
when I know it’s all wrong but I’d rather stay put
and wallow in the lie, clothed in bitter self-pity?
What to do when the enticing darkness draws me deeper still
and I don’t pick up truth, and I don’t call for help
and I sink lower still in the abyss of despair?
What to do when I don’t have the courage to breathe?
You still find me, my Father.
You still reach out Your hand
and rescue me once more.
You tell me once again about Your perfect care
You tell me once again about Your loving kindness.
Your love covers my shame,
Your love beckons me back.
Mercy is written all over Your heart.
Mercy is written all over my life.
Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp
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