Sometimes you feel like you've been hanging on for too long. And you're just. So. Tired. You don't how much longer you can do it. Your grip is weak. You feel like you just might go under.
Hold on to those promises that you are never alone; that everything is going to work out for good. Hold on to the promise that you have a hope and a future; that Gods got good plans for you. He is near the broken hearted; a Father to the fatherless; that He brings beauty from the ashes.
This season will pass. Joy will come in the morning. And when you look back you'll realize that although you felt as if you were clinging with all your might, you were being held. The whole time.
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