I hate that a mere shift in my serotonin levels can break my faith. I hate that I am so weak, I cannot stand firm on the knowledge that all things work for the good of those who love Him (even the "bad" things). Because I do. Lord knows, I have a desperate love and desire for Him. With so much of my life out of whack, the constantness of this love for Him is all I have to cling to. Its all I have to keep me from giving up completely. Because that is what the "old" Sara would have done. Give up. Especially when I am feeling as hopeless as I feel right now.
At times like this, I can only rely on the Spirit to intercede for me. Because I have no words, or rather, I have nothing new to say. Just the same junk over and over; and the feeling that God is tired of hearing it. I know that I am tired of thinking it.
Psalm 62:5-8
Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;
my hope comes from him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on God;
he is my mighty rock, my refuge.
Trust in him at all times, O people;
pour out your hearts to him,
for God is our refuge.
Selah
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