Entry Three

Dear Diary,

Dear God,

Some days I feel like I’m running on faith and fumes,

Exhausting, to say the least

And it drains me—

quietly, completely, some times

I have fought with faith,

I have cried and prayed,

but never felt fully content

I know You are there,

watching me from above,

wondering how Your child can carry so much—

yet still telling her to give it all to You.

I can't wait for the day 

You'll come down and tell me that all will be okay,

That the fight is not necessary, 

That I could live with ease, 

with no worries.

But as I wait for that day,

I will keep on fighting—

Because in the fight, I find peace and love.

I find joy unspeakable,

Sometimes I look crazy,

but I believe it's all worth it, in the end.

Well....

Goodbye for now...